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Description
Producer: Chubbsdaproducer
Producer: Taedakidd
Composer: Chubbsdaproducer
Composer: Taedakidd
Lyricist: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
Lyricist: Star Ara Flowers
Lyricist: Juwan Wallace
Lyricist: Deonte Blackman
Lyrics and translation
Original
Play that back, Sean!
Yeah, ghetto boy shit. Mmm.
-Hey, bring it back, bring it back. -Uh, let's start this shit off.
I'm finna pop a bar. Soon as I hit the feds, had to knock a guard.
Street legend, feel like Rick Ross, I am not a star, but I'm with Stir.
I ain't get this drank off the street, it was doctor bought.
I had an accident, a quarter million dollar car involved.
This rap shit, this my job, I'm not callin' off.
If I grew up in y'all hood, I wouldn't have played basketball with y'all, I would've shot the park. I only pick her up when it get kinda dark. Lil
Tay shot first, we had to pop it off.
He said he gon' kill me, better knock it off -'fore we knock him off. -I ride six deep, don't need a bodyguard.
I beat him up in elementary, why he actin' hard?
I might be little, but the weapon I got extra large. Don't keep my dogs in the crib, I keep 'em in the yard.
My shooters ride with clips like they make movies. And I'm tryna catch a fade, but I am not
Boosie. Tryna see why he tryna love me, I am not Lucy.
Take a look up in my bag, you -might see all blueies.
-I'm on boatcraft with a pint of Act', somebody call Gucci. Why you got that FN on you? Finna call Lucci.
Whole fit twenty racks 'cause it's all Louis. Like, I went Louis from the top to bottom.
I put a hole in the pint and got it out the bottom.
The white bitch'll put you on your ass, I call her Rhonda Rousey.
I made dope shit off some baking soda and an ounce of powder. Find out where the crib at, oh, we 'bout to stalk him.
I was finna drop a nigga if you saw me walkin'.
We stay in the same house, but we be hardly talkin'. I knew the weed was good 'cause the Cali pull up caught me coughin'.
Float on every beat, I be barely walkin'. If I got a problem, I'll have Rio come
Atlanta hawk him.
Get excited when that money counter beep, 'cause I get it all my— Better put a hole in his head, now that boy a dolphin.
Wet him up like a faucet if he double-cross me. Ice on my neck, I'm stone cold, Steve Austin.
Green dub teeth, I look like I play for Boston.
Might throw him in the trunk if I ever -catch him walkin'.
-I ain't get robbed, I left it in my locker. He a piece of shit, his mama should've left him at the doctor.
Tony pull up, then met him with a chopper.
I woke up and ate filet mignon, my breakfast was a thousand. With some fine shit, I met her at the college.
I need some more houses, I'm investing in the property.
Million dollar crib, bitch, I just left from poverty. Million dollar nigga, bitch, it's a blessing if you saw me.
English translation
Play that back, Sean!
Yeah, ghetto boy shit. Mmm.
-Hey, bring it back, bring it back. -Uh, let's start this shit off.
I'm finna pop a bar. Soon as I hit the feds, had to knock a guard.
Street legend, feel like Rick Ross, I am not a star, but I'm with Stir.
I ain't get this drank off the street, it was doctor bought.
I had an accident, a quarter million dollar car involved.
This rap shit, this my job, I'm not callin' off.
If I grew up in y'all hood, I wouldn't have played basketball with y'all, I would've shot the park. I only pick her up when it get kinda dark. Lil
Tay shot first, we had to pop it off.
He said he gon' kill me, better knock it off -'fore we knock him off. -I ride six deep, don't need a bodyguard.
I beat him up in elementary, why he actin' hard?
I might be little, but the weapon I got extra large. Don't keep my dogs in the crib, I keep 'em in the yard.
My shooters ride with clips like they make movies. And I'm tryna catch a fade, but I am not
Boosie. Tryna see why he tryna love me, I am not Lucy.
Take a look up in my bag, you -might see all blueies.
-I'm on boatcraft with a pint of Act', somebody call Gucci. Why you got that FN on you? Finna call Lucci.
Whole fit twenty racks 'cause it's all Louis. Like, I went Louis from the top to bottom.
I put a hole in the pint and got it out the bottom.
The white bitch'll put you on your ass, I call her Rhonda Rousey.
I made dope shit off some baking soda and an ounce of powder. Find out where the crib at, oh, we 'bout to stalk him.
I was finna drop a nigga if you saw me walkin'.
We stay in the same house, but we be hardly talkin'. I knew the weed was good 'cause the Cali pull up caught me coughin'.
Float on every beat, I be barely walkin'. If I got a problem, I'll have Rio come
Atlanta hawk him.
Get excited when that money counter beep, 'cause I get it all my— Better put a hole in his head, now that boy a dolphin.
Wet him up like a faucet if he double-cross me. Ice on my neck, I'm stone cold, Steve Austin.
Green dub teeth, I look like I play for Boston.
Might throw him in the trunk if I ever -catch him walkin'.
-I ain't get robbed, I left it in my locker. He a piece of shit, his mama should've left him at the doctor.
Tony pull up, then met him with a chopper.
I woke up and ate filet mignon, my breakfast was a thousand. With some fine shit, I met her at the college.
I need some more houses, I'm investing in the property.
Million dollar crib, bitch, I just left from poverty. Million dollar nigga, bitch, it's a blessing if you saw me.