Lyrics: Robert Taylor-Johnson
Music: Robert Taylor-Johnson
(Yeah!)
Strapped up like Girbauds lil bro got the pole!
If I make one call to my jit
He'll make sure you won't exist
And he quick to rock a nigga bell
Just like Christmas (Christmas)
On your bitch wish list (Christmas)
She french kiss my dick, stop it
Trying to ride my wave, wanna come and make a profit
Nigga I'm the game's hottest topic, you not it
Trying to sell your story but, ain't nobody coppin
Ballin is my only life option
Yeah bitch I'm really taking over (taking over)
Want the game, I can expose you (expose you)
MVP, I came to coach you (came to coach you)
Shooting at the culture vultures (culture vultures)
Word round town this my style and it's taking over
This you niggas notice right now (aye)
Getting to the bag, you know I pop tags
I'll get up on yo ass wit the quickness
All loose lips sink ships stack chips wit my click
Plottin on ten figures that's the bigger picture (Yeah!)
Strapped up like Girbauds ten toes with the bros
In this bitch
Wrist cold then a bitch
Stank hoes get dismissed
On go and I know niggas hoes in this bitch (On go and I know niggas hoes)
But we ain't come for beef tho
We came for the freaks aye!
(Young nigga turnt with a bag so they on me)
Last year, I was down, she did not want me
Then I made the World mine, new name's Tony
And all my niggas with me
I am never lonely
(Went lowkey to boss up on a bitch if it ain't about cash I won't be in the mix)
Been that nigga since Rockport and Polo fits
Real 414 shit
Bow, Bow, Bow, aye!
Getting to the bag, you know I pop tags
I'll get up on yo ass wit the quickness
All loose lips sink ships stack chips wit my click
Plottin on ten figures that's the bigger picture (Yeah!)
Strapped up like Girbauds