Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Austin Sour
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armando Julian Quinones Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
isthatreco?
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
I don't know why these ****
Acting like I ain't put the city on my back
Like I ain't the one that put the stamp on the work
It don't take much to be a sucka ****
Ya'll **** ain't doin' too good
Put them dubs up
Yeah
Let them **** act like we ain't set the tone
And we gon' hit their block again (get back over there and spin that shit)
I was whippin' that shit wasn't sticking
So I had to hit the pot again
Re-up after re-up
I ain't trickin' on no bitches
Bring the profit in ( I ain't got nothing for you shawty)
No risk no reward
I hope God understand that I gotta win
The Maybach Sky Zone
Bitches jump through the car (they do)
I heard ya big homie soft
He don't walk through the yard (that **** soft)
Alhamdulillah
How you bout' to beef with a God (how?)
Telescope blow the moment that you reach for the star
My whole life was unfair
We gotta even the odds (it's time)
If he don't leave with a bullet
He gon' leave with a scar (I bet he do)
I dropped out in eighth grade
That's why I'm working this hard (I work)
Spaghetti plate wise guy
Sour move like a don
You gotta cherish what you got
Before you get what you want (On God)
You gotta counter clock the powder when you dealing with raw
The yellow brick dope
Plug like the Wizard Of Oz
The SRT like to scream when the pedal hit hard
I be on my way
Yeah
Let them **** act like we ain't set the tone
And we gon' hit their block again
I was whippin' that shit wasn't sticking
So I had to hit the pot again
Re-up after re-up
I ain't trickin' on no bitches
Bring the profit in
No risk no reward
I hope God understand that I gotta win
I'm a go getter
No lover boy she get the fourth letter
Lately I been rockin' Marni sweaters for the cold weather (Frio)
Two bags break it down the middle
Let the bro get it
Anybody playing both sides
You gotta go with em
Take it how you wanna
We ain't talking to the po po
You gotta take a trip
If you really want the dope low (Take that trip)
Once the jar bubble
Gotta shake it like a snow globe
95% these **** cappin if you don't know
My eightth four grams
Yea I'm known for the extra nug
Bitches come in lingerie
They leaving in my Ethikas
Star studded
One of one
I never been a replica (Never)
Fuck that **** Sour
I know that's what you be telling them (hahaa)
I know
That **** soft
Let them **** act like we ain't set the tone
And we gon' hit their block again
I was whippin' that shit wasn't sticking
So I had to hit the pot again
Re-up after re-up
I ain't trickin' on no bitches
Bring the profit in
No risk no reward
I hope God understand that I gotta live
Written by: Armando Julian Quinones Jr.