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Description
Producer: Kevin Gates
Producer: Millz
Producer: 48thSt
Producer: Jay Whitt
Lyricist, Composer: Kevin Gates
Lyricist: Herbert Randall Wright III
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'ma just talk my shit on this bitch.
Yeah, I'm just waitin' on the Blackberry for to start up, bitch.
Yeah, that bitch 'bout to start up in a minute, you lil' pussy-ass bitch. You know what's happenin' with me, ho.
-I'll tell you, "Fuck you" in your face.
-I'll tell you, "Fuck you" in your face, -bitch.
-YT nights, walkin' light, tryin' not to crease the front. White T-shirt, black Maybach, pop the trunk, go get you one.
Porter Ranch, matchin' shoppin', wifey pick out what she want. Yellow bumblebee
Mercedes, coolin' with my newly baby. Colored truck, boom front, who this?
This for you, lil' baby.
Pinky ring, bling bling, blah, no sneaker links, I'm faithful now. Diamond chains, Bachata playin', matchin' diamond tennis bracelet.
Tryna pop it on a slick like I ain't turnt around this bitch.
Community that you live in ain't got a gate up or a fence.
Rolex watch don't fit your wrist, you probably stole it from a trick.
All my family stayin' wise, safe to say we with the shits. If I catch you outta bounds, I'ma do you somethin' sick.
Yeah, take -your lick, we thuggin'.
-All that dissin' you be doin' don't mean -nothin'.
-Real street nigga, know you pussy, you be -bluffin'.
-Watch who you hang around, turn your -gangster on.
-Creep up on you, catch you slippin', lay -you down. -TTG train of gold, we don't wait around.
I'm a money getter.
Up eight figures liquid, bitch, and I'm still gettin' richer. Fashion district, spent two-fifty like I bought a Richard.
I'm in Philly, I don't think shit like I ball for the Sixers.
Pull up M3, M6 GT, cyber beast of the year with six whips.
Half an M on the kit, that's nothin', I spend a hundred K on my killers. I'm in the 'Raq with a fin and a drape.
I've been told my Glocks is a little one. Thirty-eight, I wrap it with tape.
Used to fire the whole block up and hit it. Ass box and the V hit a divot.
Grind with no mask and still hold all fifty. I ain't give no fuck when I did it. Plead the Fifth before I admit it. Me and
Gangsta, we apes and gorillas. Yeah, take your lick, we thuggin'.
All that dissin' you be doin' don't mean nothin'.
Real street nigga, know you pussy, you be bluffin'.
Watch who you hang around, turn your gangster on.
Creep up on you, catch you slippin', lay you down.
TTG train of gold, we don't wait around.
Yeah