Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Amor
Performer
Adamn Killa
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Amor
Lyrics
Adamn Killa
Lyrics
Justin Menjivar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Amor
Mixing Engineer
patchface
Producer
JDolla
Producer
Yxhance
Producer
Dior Sucks
Photography
KLBHS
Graphic Design
Lyrics
I’m with all my slime
Running up a check,
(Fasho)
I’m with all my shooters
They like Boba Fet,
You 'prolly never met a
**** with my intellect,
You tryna slide
On all the opps,
I’m like that’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
That’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
That’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
Them **** tried to throw the ball
I had to intercept,
You **** claiming that you street
But snitching on the net,
And all my pockets fucking full
And that is not a flex,
Switchblades and Ak’s
And fucking grenades,
We wiping off a whole block
Nobody getting saved,
I just wanted to stack my money
Put in the safe,
But you **** tripping
So I’m tying up ya lace,
Engineering the whole thing
Apollo interface,
(Yah)
Doing runs inside the demon
On the interstate,
(Vroom)
They tryna catch me
They cannot keep up with my pace,
(Nah)
They hearing my songs,
They tryna match it to a face,
(Go)
I’m with all my slime
Running up a check,
(Fasho)
I’m with all my shooters
They like Boba Fet,
You 'prolly never met a
**** with my intellect,
You tryna slide
On all the opps,
I’m like that’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
That’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
That’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
Them windows tinted
When we spinning
Aiming at ya' head,
Eternal slumber
For that kid,
We sent that boy
To bed,
Eternal slumber
For that shoo,
Sent that boy
To bed
(Adamn)
That's a bet
I been getting racks,
Red bottom step,
I Margiela step,
These **** sick
They got the strap,
They mad that I be
Getting them checks,
**** be hating
They gone get left,
I'm too right,
Can't never get left,
I'm balling on ****
Like I'm Steph,
Get more money
Than I take breath,
Used to wear Shaq's
From Payless,
She gon' squirt
She gon' make a mess,
My pockets big,
They getting fat,
Put myself up on the map,
Glock up on me
Can't never lack,
Glock up on me
Can't never lack,
Balling on ****
Yeah, Yeah
Balling on ****
Yeah, Yeah
Balling on ****
Yeah, Yeah
Balling on ****
Yeah, Yeah
Balling on ****
Yeah, Yeah
I'm balling on ****
Yeah, Yeah
I'm balling on ****
Yeah, Yeah
I’m with all my slime
Running up a check,
(Fasho)
I’m with all my shooters
They like Boba Fet,
You 'prolly never met a
**** with my intellect,
You tryna slide
On all the opps,
I’m like that’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
That’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
That’s a bet
(Yeah, yeah)
Them **** tried to throw the ball
I had to intercept,
You **** claiming that you street
But snitching on the net,
And all my pockets fucking full
And that is not a flex
Written by: Adamn Killa, Jay Amor, Justin Menjivar
