Lyrics: Tyreke Hamilton-Brown
Music: Tyreke Hamilton-Brown
Niggas tryna figure my plays but I ain't tellin' em
Young boy out on the pitch like Jude Bellingham
Coulda come and copped about eight but I got ten of em
Me I'm tryna' fly out to states be in my element
I be round dere couldn't care who you are
Momma always told me that she raising a star
She be loving off me cause i got melanin but she bad for my soul so I don't let her in
Whipping up the fliz while my nigga sellin' ketamine
I be in the bits with the sticks got the metal in
Niggas think they sick
When they get a bit adrenaline
Let a nigga try me den ima raise hell again
You ain't my guy you ain't my bredrin
Nah we aint Co Ds
Ma new chick elegant
Ye she my trophy
Did a move like Bellingham an I went OT sittin' wid the best of em shout out the broskis
In the club wid da whap I'm my own security
Got ya bitch on my lap you got insecurities
Talkin' shit in his raps don't be talkin' tough to me shit I do this comfortably his baby mum be onto me
Ye
Took her to the penthouse shit we in the top floor
Dick up in her mouth hope she don't get lock jaw
Niggas hating on me and I don't know what for
The nittys love the kid becah they know i got raw
Niggas tryna figure my plays but I ain't tellin' em
Young boy out on the pitch like Jude Bellingham
Coulda come and copped about eight but I got ten of em
Me I'm tryna fly out to states be in my element
I be round dere couldn't care who you are
Momma always told me that she raising a star
She be loving off me cause i got melanin but she bad for my soul so I dont let her in
Niggas tryna figure my plays but I ain't tellin' em
Young boy out on the pitch like Jude Bellingham
Coulda come and copped about eight but I got ten of em
Me I'm tryna fly out to states be in my element
I be round dere couldn't care who you are
Momma always told me that she raising a star
She be loving off me cause i got melanin but she bad for my soul so I dont let her in