Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YKTATS
YKTATS
Performer
1la'manman
1la'manman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javez Coates
Javez Coates
Songwriter
Barron Glover
Barron Glover
Songwriter

Lyrics

I know that we is different
I can tell, look at the way we speak (yeah)
Ksubi jeans run up on me, you gonna feel these 223s
This is a brand new cat, tell lil' bro, "Pass the keys"
Talkin' shit you dead to me, don't wanna be my enemy
Talkin' all crazy on the net, bitch you dead to me
Just tell me whatcha know 'bout that boy, hit 'em in his dome
Make a play about, just let me know we gon' send that **** home
Make that **** pause, load 'em up just like google chrome
**** say they wanna hit about it, well, I guess we can
Hopefully, you **** ain't dumb, beter have a plan
My **** like the KKK, we pull up comin' in a Klan
Yeah, I sliced you **** up ain't have to call my Bankai
I seen it with my right eye
**** they be talkin' on the internet, go get my pesticide
Got her cat wet, now, she wanna give my dicka ride
Kicked her out the whip
Told that hoe I don't see her in my life, now get right
I know that we is different
I can tell, look at the way we speak (yeah)
Ksubi jeans run up on me, you gon' feel these 223s
This is a brand new cat, tell lil' bro, "Pass the keys"
Talkin' shit you dead to me, don't wanna be my enemy
Told the bitch to go, leave me alone the way she throwin' the cat
As a matter of fact, get up and come on the racks
Damn you talk too much, keep that hole up and no distraction
She only come around when she want some dick, that satisfaction
Ayy, that boy talk too much, shut his ass up
Take that shit to outer space like NASA
**** stay up on my dick, why y'all hatin' on me?
Talkin' like there was a problem between yo' ass can't say what I say
They gon' pull up that blick and knock yo' block down
**** runnin', leave they shit, that's because the cops out
Beefin' I've a lil' bitch, talkin' like lil' top now
**** say I ain't on shit, bitch come watch out, I rock out
That's my homie, I swear we gon' ride for him
Spin 'til someone dead, **** finna get that sign to 'em
Got one to the end, don't let that boy shoot got bad form
He gon' shoot that bad, pop that shit and hit the gas on 'em
Gas on 'em
Pull up, went to talkin' bad on 'em, gas on 'em
Cops is pullin' up, hit the dash on 'em
He the son of no police men, he gon' tell his dad on 'em, gas on 'em
Go take me to shawty, shake it bad on me
Shake it bad on me, shake it bad, shake bad on me
This that first grade, **** finna tell they dad on me
Just tell me you pussy, you ain't say shit to me keep it pushin'
I jump in like an elite, but right now, I'm act like a rookie
You a rookie, tell them ****, push me
Roll yo' ass up with this cookie
Chargin' up men, bitch you pussy
Makin' threats like that shit gon' "shoot me"!
Certified rush in no Russian, yeah, I'm bustin' all caps
I can tell this bitch is angry, 'cause she textin' back in all caps
She blowin' up my phone, she texting me like, "'Tats when you gon' tap?"
Bitch, I'm on a mission, gotta make sure my **** out the trap
**** thay be faking, we can tell them **** all cap
You **** is some bitches, y'all some jokes, that was a knee slap (A knee slap)
Written by: Barron Glover, Javez Coates
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