Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boyz N Da Hood
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Gholson
Songwriter
J. Jenkins
Songwriter
J. White
Songwriter
L. Dixon
Songwriter
M. Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
H. Pierre
Associate Producer
Block
Executive Producer
Sean Combs
Executive Producer
Nico Solis
Mixing Engineer
Drumma Boy
Producer
Horace Mitchell
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, they don't put you on the track with a well-known trap man
Ay, I'm well known myself, so hell, I might as well trap with you
This shit can get crazy, dawg, I hope you brought your strap with you
And yeah, I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap, ****
[Verse 2]
Well, they don't put you on the track with a well-known trap man
Ay, I'm well known myself, so hell, I might as well trap with you
This shit can get crazy, dawg, I hope you brought your strap with you
And yeah, I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap, ****
[Verse 3]
Well first of all, I'm that **** that's movin' the work for y'all
I'm the one you call, got it all, X, dro, hard, soft
I gotta get it now, ****, and I don't care the cost
'Cause the way I'm feelin', ****, I wanna take it all
[Verse 4]
Pump your brakes, slow your roll, dude
Want the real money, gotta lose the attitude
****, what type of shit is you on?
Don't be talkin' all goddamn reckless on my phone
[Verse 5]
Well, I'm just sayin' though, I'm just tellin' you what I stand for
We both grown men, so just gimme what I ask for
I never asked your ass for a half of
Nothing 'cause I already have what they ask for
[Verse 6]
Your mouth too fly, dawg
Plus your numbers too high, dawg
So why even try, dawg?
I'm gettin' money, you just gettin' by, dawg
[Verse 7]
Ay, what you mean, ****? I fuck hoes, too
My **** bringin' in bombers and truckloads, too
Yeah, and I ain't but 19, ****, but I'm no joke
Ain't ne'er **** finna fuck me 'cause I know coke
[Verse 8]
Believe that bullshit if you wanna
Heard about shorty and them, and they hotter than a sauna
And watch your tone, you gon' be heard
And one more thing, don't ever use that C word
[Verse 9]
Ay, come on, man, I'm from the West side
I think you already know that we on, man
We gettin' dough, boy, we movin' blow, boy
And we was hotter than the stove in '94, boy
[Verse 10]
Ay, that might be true
But I ain't worried 'bout them, I'm tryna help you
It ain't about who damn bread is longest
It's about who could stay out on these streets the longest
[Verse 11]
Ay, 'cause one slip, then you outta here
Won't be back until them damn Buck Roger years
Well, tell you what, gimme what you think I oughta have
Watch how I have 'em thieves askin' for your autograph
[Verse 12]
Well, they don't put you on the track with a well-known trap man
Ay, I'm well know myself, so hell, I might as well trap with you
This shit can get crazy, dawg, I hope you brought your strap with you
And yeah, I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap, ****
[Verse 13]
Well, they don't put you on the track with a well-known trap man
Ay, I'm well know myself, so hell, I might as well trap with you
This shit can get crazy, dawg, I hope you brought your strap with you
And, yeah, I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap, ****
Written by: Christopher Gholson, J. Jenkins, J. White, L. Dixon, M. Scott