Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesley Griffin
Songwriter
Lyrics
I can't tell you nothin' but the package once them **** get it
All my shit be landin', get to trackin' once I get the chicken
Catch me up in traffic, gettin' busy, twenty pounds of midget
Staying on my pivot, see all angles, I can't trick on bitches
Trick on hoes for what? Bitch, you already know what's up
Never brought no pussy in my life, bossing bitches up
I be buying pounds pussy ****, we ain't piecin' up
I be buying cases of the drank and I ain't pourin' none
**** lookin' like some mothafuckin' fiends
Twenty thousand in my pocket, keep that rocket in my jeans ****
And still ain't big enough, we move a hundred P's a month
Fuck the scale, I'm eyeballing the bag ain't have to weigh it up
Granny say I need to go to church and I don't pray enough
I'm thumbin' through this pape so much a **** havin' paper cuts
**** need a mask inside the trap, I can't conceal the smell
**** on they ass, don't do no fraud, I only buy and sell
Can't wait to check the mail, I know I got some pieces there
Get up off yo ass and get a bag lil' ****, buy and sell
Fuck the scale, I'm eyeballin' the work, ain't have to weigh it up
Trail the mailman with the stick, that **** better not play with us
My granny say I need to go to church and I don't pray enough
**** play too much, flippin' that work done got me papered up
Never had a hand when I was broke, so I don't show no love
That boy ain't got a bag to sell, but chasing pussy in the club
The fuck be goin' on, let me get back in my zone
I don't want no feature from you, pussy shit I don't condone
Gotta keep that heater on me, **** known for toting chrome
Keep the cash and visas on me, heard you **** need a loan
Heard you **** goin' broke, gettin' set up by these hoes
I can set a play up with a bitch and get a **** gone (gone)
No, you ain't gon' use that stick you posted on the internet
Said he was gon' ride me when he seen me, but I ain't seen him yet
**** stuck inside the crib, give that boy a baby bib
Pull up with a stick and shoot my shot just like I'm Jason Kid
**** who you with? Rep yo set, throw up yo clique
I've been with the same **** for years, ain't gotta say that shit
I'm a slick talkin' drug dealin' dick, and I'ma plead the fifth
**** askin' questions about the bag, but I don't tell them shit
Let me front yo ass and you don't pay, we'll see how I real it get
Pull up with a stick and shoot my shot just like I'm Jason Kid
Can't wait to check the mail, I know I got some pieces there
Get up off yo ass and get a bag lil' ****, buy and sell
Fuck the scale, I'm eyeballin' the work, ain't have to weigh it up
Trail the mailman with the stick, that **** better not play with us
My granny say I need to go to church and I don't pray enough
**** play too much, flippin' that work done got me papered up
Never had a hand when I was broke, so I don't show no love
That boy ain't got a bag to sell, but chase a pussy in the club
My Nina be right beside me at all times when I be ridin'
I'm up late like the owls don't get no sleep, cause I be grindin'
No Van Cleef on my wrist jut big ass Cubans with no diamonds
Got clientele in all states, can't take no breaks, them pounds be flyin'
Don't even gotta take a pic unless I plan on breakin' em down
Done re'd up so many times this month, I can't even keep the count
Concealing the smell that's loud, the bricks I ship don't make no sound
You **** been stuck in the drought, BIG WE$ been flooded, I might just drown
Written by: Wesley Griffin