Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Murray
Songwriter
Lyrics
Come back to that shit, come back to that shit later, come back to that shit later
Too cool with this shit, look (Too cool with this shit, look)
Too cool with this shit, real eyes realize, I'm on top with this shit
3live got plays, whole gang got plates, that's food with the hits
Spin the block dizzy, pull a Semi AR, you're a fool if you miss
Can't go that bitch a Homi, I'll shoot her ass to bro, guarantee he won't miss (aye)
(Owl sounds)
Ayy, in my bag, oh, you callin' that swag? Take off like jets, but, we don't do
The lag
Let me slow it down, I'm in my bag bitch
Yeah, shawty a cold lil bitch, in that cold lil whip, she still get spun
She run miles for the Jit, got her twirlin' on the pole for the gold
I'm bout ownership, see my neck, bitch, that three so froze
Ma I'm finna go, she like, wait, baby, oh, no, no
Too cool with this shit, real eyes realize, I'm on top with this shit
3live got plays, whole gang got plates, that's food with the hits
Spin the block dizzy, pull a Semi AR, you're a fool if you miss
Can't go that bitch a Homi, I'll shoot her ass to bro, guarantee he won't miss
I'm on the road, nigga, for my soul, nigga, I don't give no fuck, you know how it go
Love my lil' niggas them my soldiers, one call, niggas on go
Need bout ten figures, them bold figures, they only point fingers when you pose
I play my cards right in this game, I ain't gotta say shit, you know
You know this shit go
Listen to the beat, then you'll see a part of me
I'm just a King, I'm from the streets with odds to beat and goals meet, ayy
Listen to the beat, then you'll see a part of me
I'm just a King, I'm from the streets with odds to beat and goals meet, ayy
Writer(s): James Murray
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