Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rasheed Dewar
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rasheed Dewar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BeatsbyA2x
Producer
Mikey242
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Pour me up a strong cup when you invite me
I should sign with 1017, dawg I'm so icy
Was on them jiggas up in Bio, I was falling sleep
I just sip some Henny, it be boosting up my self esteem
And I ain't feeling like myself unless I smoke me up some weed
Just max out on the play, we open shop up like Dollar Tree
Running up the rackies
'Member the QP touch down, I motion it, barely had no sleep
Say you really riding with us, you gotta show me
Had to win in private, couldn't even show my trophy
These **** only wanna run with us because we lit
Shawty acting funny, I ain't stopping motion 'bout no bitch
Shout out Tay, we locked in just like Lilo and Stitch
The MOB the gang, but **** know TFE is my clique
Swap out shawty, 'cause she trade on me
**** I off the white liquor, I off 'migos
Catch a opp, re-rock his top, hit 'em up like a free throw
Raymon dissing in them songs but he ain't show no wibe to me though
If I catch him while I was in town, he was gon' have to show me what it is
These pussy **** like to talk fuck, but ain't never send no blitz
You ain't having motion ****, I cross the water with the shit
Feel like I in that mode and I could barely miss
And if I miss it, we get the re' back to me for the three
Or I might pass it to the bro, either way, we in the lead
And I ain't even want ya hoe, because she ain't even my speed
Gotta hustle, gotta just do it like Nike
All that hoe shit you doing, don't even excite me
She is fuck **** and dip, so tell me why she even like me
Ain't paying attention to no posts, so don't even write me
Up before the sun, I off the gas and I flying
Real **** shit and they know that I ain't lying
In her belly, at the telly, she saying that I so deep
Up in college with the shit, these fuck **** know me
Don't need **** 'round, because I on that by my doley
Hm, I ain't letting shit die, dawg I just waiting on that time for ****
But I on bigger shit, so I ain't even got time for ****
I tryna focus up, sometime I ain't even get time for women
But if she call me up, shit, I still would slide or sum
Come through and kill her shit, break up shorty spine or sum
Or lay up with her, chill and spend some time or sum
Maybe we'll see how it go
You might be the one for me or maybe not, we'll never know
I got some feelings for you that I could barely show
It just hard for me to do, so I just go with the flow
Tell ya man's to pipe down, 'cause he ain't really want no smoke
She mad hoes want me, like she ain't know how it go
Even on some chill shit, I swear I dripping head to toe
I ain't gotta put designer on just to scoop ya hoe
Ain't tryna take her to no Ruth Chris, that hoe getting dominoes
She tryna love on me, but I just wanna fold her like some clothes
Trying to get up in her guts and make shawty curl her toes
But she pumpfaking with the shit, she ain't want me rock and roll
I miss my angels, no lie when they did die, it hurt my soul
These pussy **** pillow, they could never be G-Code
**** telling hoes they don't fuck with me like I rate them
Wasn't even my bredren, tell me how I did snake them
All these records getting set, but it's timing 'til I break them
My dreams soon in my face, and I just gotta chase them
Off the drugs, I booted, eyes red like I mace them
Can't stop this mobbing, you could see it from my walk
My New York bitch telling me she like the way I talk
I five'nine but I standing like 100 feet tall
'Cause I standing on business, this shit for true, this ain't for false
I busy, trying to get it, I can't answer phone calls
She catch me 'bout to pour up, and I having withdrawals
I ain't tripping on that shit, bitch we the MOB, fuck what you thought
Big TFE, gang gang
Nothing bigger, no-one bigger than the mob
Y'all know how it go
Written by: Rasheed Dewar


