Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Montana 700
Vocals
HeadHuncho Amir
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Montana 700
Songwriter
Noel “ZiggyMadeIt” Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnathan Perreaon Perry
Mixing Engineer
Ziggymadeit
Producer
Lyrics
(ZiggyMadeIt)
Stayin' out the way, got my pockets swole
****, gotta hit the H, finna beat the road
Rap shit take off, I'm lettin' go the 'bows
I'm a trap **** for real, play seven hundred lows
Just left the A, choppin' game with Doe
Way shit goin', bro gettin' a dub for a show
Right now you could bring me eight for a 'bow
Stay down, king, way bigger on the low
Neck hurtin', take the chains off in the booth
Keep grindin', catch a buzz, ****, I'm livin' proof
It's enough out here for me, them, me, and you
Baby fuckin' with a boss, I know you used to goose
Time to grab a passport, go overseas
When you stack and fuck the ones, buy the shit you need
I ain't fearin' nan, ****, the whole world bleed
Mama was questionin' my pape, "Your son sell weed"
Sis 'nem askin' for some money, shit gettin' sent
Top floor skyrise, I'm chillin' in a pent'
**** came a long way, pockets had lint
My heart pure, if you play, you gon' have me bent
All I do is conduct business, no time to play
Turn on that good motion, it's a good day
I was taught move smart, don't catch no case
On American, like, "Damn, I need a PJ
Stayin' out the way, got my pockets swole
****, gotta hit the H, finna beat the road
Rap shit take off, I'm lettin' go the 'bows
I'm a trap **** for real, play seven hundred lows
Just left the A, choppin' game with Doe
Way shit goin', bro gettin' a dub for a show
Right now you could bring me eight for a 'bow
Stay down, king, way bigger on the low
Stay down, king, it's time to run it up
Tired of **** talkin' 'bout some money, ain't a hundred up
Bro stuck at eighty-five thou' and he keep fuckin' up
Came crazy out the trap, ****, call my bluff
Been tried to tell 'em get the money, ain't provin' shit
You scared to go and hit the road, ****, you's the bitch
Glad I chose to take another route, coulda used my wrist
Rap money, trap money, two different wrists
****, can lose it all today
Glad I still got my plug's number, one call away
Come from interstate trappin', in and out of state
**** I ain't trippin' off no scale, I move weight
Shit bad, **** I'll go and move some shake
One way, flushed a hundred of 'em, had a long day
Watch how your move, ain't tryna move the wrong way
I'm a real deal pipeline, fuck what the song say
Stayin' out the way, got my pockets swole
****, gotta hit the H, finna beat the road
Rap shit take off, I'm lettin' go the 'bows
I'm a trap **** for real, play seven hundred lows
Just left the A, choppin' game with Doe
Way shit goin', bro gettin' a dub for a show
Right now you could bring me eight for a 'bow
Stay down, king, way bigger on the low
Written by: HeadHuncho Amir, Montana 700, Noel Brown
