Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tate228
Vocals
Tú
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TATE ALFRED DEMOND
Composer
Ahyes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tú
Producer
Lyrics
Uh, uh
The father doctor said they tried to stop me (stop)
The paparazzi, man, they tried to shop me (oh)
Or shoot me, those groupies (oh)
I pull these trucks so loosely (huh)
The coupe, he got me cozy (cozy)
One fifty and a Mozzy (Mozzy)
Cannot be copped by copies (oh)
The father doctor said they tried to stop me (oh)
The paparazzi, man, they tried to shop me (shop)
Or shoot me, those groupies (oh)
I pull these trucks so loosely (oh)
The coupe, he got me cozy (cozy)
One fifty and a Mozzy (Mozzy)
I told two, this ain't the one, but I'm gon' still do it (nah)
I just had to get a feel to it, you know I'm real fluent
'S hoe **** get off of they ass, that's what they still doin' (whoa)
Hunnids been like Onions, think it's funny how I peel through 'em (I got it)
I see how they spendin', how they livin', I don't feel for 'em
This shit out the mud and that's on Cubs, bitch, I'm the real one (Cubs)
In the field still with that steel and I'll spill one
Neighbors trippin', privacy fences for all the Wilsons (watch out)
Loose lips gettin' **** up every day, was a shootin'
Static in the music, bodies start droppin', they start recruitin' (haha)
Guess we know who losin', if we can meet for beef on any street
I'm always open to it, if you don't come out, hit your partner's spot (woo)
You will smoke 'em too, just like a loose
Aces in the test, bitch, I'm a Harvard student
And my lil' bitch majorin' in home ec', that's my lil' Martha Stewart (yeah)
Fuck a Maserati, stash it in the Buick
And I ain't out, say paparazzi cameras, what they shootin', taggin' **** too
Uh, uh
The father doctor said they tried to stop me (no)
The paparazzi, man, they tried to shop me (oh)
Or shoot me, those groupies (uh)
I pull these troops on loosely (uh), the coupe, it got me cozy (cozy)
One fifty and a Mozzy (Mozzy), cannot be copped by copies (no)
The father doctor said they tried to stop me (no)
The paparazzi, man, they tried to shop me (shop me)
Or shoot me, those groupies (no)
I pull these troops on loosely (uh)
The coupe, it got me cozy (uh)
One fifty and a Mozzy
Put these truths on paper, if it wasn't no problems, why you makin'?
A hundred shots'll make it, blockhead is your lot when you in Vegas (wapow)
Product flyin' daily, I just sent them collars to a vacant
Spot back up to date, 'cause we had to break down before they rate it (cozy)
Lot of **** playin', but they ain't 'bout that action, they just say they is
Every story that they tell, it always end with shit that they ain't did (c'mon)
But that ain't this, vivid pictures depicted
When I lay the pen to proof, I treat it like a pulpit
C'mon, let's say amen (yeah, yeah), get it off the dresser
Glocked, I got it copped before I leave the crib (uh-huh)
In and out of traffic like a Kawasaki
When I sway the pens, ain't safe outside
**** get on loud and say they stayin' in
I guess that's just the new age of this gangsta shit
But we was chasin' thieves at excessive speeds
Hope you don't careen, the block is clean, might go for thirty-three
And get you what you need, lead the league, I been runnin' them numbers
Hoppin' like Kareem the last couple summers
Without a fumble, I might start a team, ****
Uh, uh
The father doctor said they tried to stop me (no)
The paparazzi, man, they tried to shop me (oh)
Or shoot me, those groupies (oh)
I pull these troops on loosely (huh), the coupé got me cozy (cozy)
One-fifty and a mozzie (mozzie), cannot be copped by copies (no)
The father doctor said they tried to stop me (no)
The paparazzi, man, they tried to shop me (shop me)
Or shoot me, those groupies (no)
I pull these troops on loosely (oh)
The coupé got me cozy (oh), one-fifty
(No)
Written by: Ahyes, TATE ALFRED DEMOND