Lyrics : Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr/Darrell Gregory Jackson
Music : Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr/Darrell Gregory Jackson
Producer : Chopsquad DJ
(Banger)
(The melody) Ayy, ayy, ayy
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Ayy
I be stressing, I be overthinking, I'm my biggest critic
I be trippin', gotta remind myself sometimes that I'm that **** (Gotta remind myself sometimes)
If you can make ten thousand, you can make fifty, then a hundred, then a ticket
Now G Herbo, it's no limit (Go crazy)
Need a quarter B, that was my goal after ten million (That's my goal)
Went from broke in jail to free and rich, don't know that feelin' (Don't know that)
Ain't pick up my phone, but callin' me, you **** trippin' (Crazy)
Don't ask no **** why he hit yo' ho, 'cause she was with it, **** (Duh)
Neck and wrist blindin' (Blindin'), killers on that timin' (That timin')
Bro girl mad 'cause his phone off, bitch, he slidin' (Chill out)
We lookin' for who think they ****in' with us, we can't find 'em (Where y'all at?)
He want some money, put him on, he **** it up, slime him (Kill hm)
I don't wanna hear 'bout who fell off from who ain't been on
I don't need no flowers from no ****, my new AP rose
Hate these **** most, but right after that, I hate these hoes
Ain't got shit to do with Halloween, outside, it's two-three ghosts (Rolls-Royce)
I think I need a therapist (A therapist)
From all this shit that I be carryin'
I prayed and ran it up with no inheritance (With no inheritance)
Can't cap like I ain't scared of shit (Scared of shit)
Scared of my **** bein' on jealous shit
When they know they can get whatever quick (Woo)
I be stressing, I be overthinking, I'm my biggest critic
I be trippin', gotta remind myself sometimes that I'm that **** (Gotta remind myself sometimes)
If you can make ten thousand, you can make fifty, then a hundred, then a ticket
Now G Herbo, it's no limit (Go crazy)
Need a quarter B, that was my goal after ten million (That's my goal)
Went from broke in jail to free and rich, don't know that feelin' (Don't know that)
Ain't pick up my phone, but callin' me, you **** trippin' (Crazy)
Don't ask no **** why he hit yo' ho, 'cause she was with it, **** (Duh)
'Member county jail Frosted Flakes, now them AP's frosted, gang (Uh-huh)
Careful how you talk to me, I get you paid to tap your brain (Bop)
Know some **** with a bag that'll spend they last on drink
How I know all that? 'Cause we sell it to them, **** you think? (Duh)
Seen **** switch sides, seen **** dick ride
Seen they hoes gettin' ran, they get told, "Bitch, bye"
Bitch, I'm from the D, I had my first fight at the big slime
Know I'm from the road, leavin' the club, I exit with the nine (Nine)
I think I need a therapist (A therapist)
From all this shit that I be carryin'
I prayed and ran it up with no inheritance (It's all me)
Can't cap like I ain't scared of shit (I ain't scared of shit)
Scared of my **** bein' on jealous shit
When they know they can get whatever quick
But I be stressing, I be overthinking, I'm my biggest critic
I be trippin', gotta remind myself sometimes that I'm that **** (Gotta remind myself sometimes)
If you can make ten thousand, you can make fifty, then a hundred, then a ticket
Now G Herbo, it's no limit (Go crazy)
Need a quarter B, that was my goal after ten million (My ****in' goal)
Went from broke in jail to free and rich, don't know that feelin' (**** on)
Ain't pick up my phone, but callin' me, you **** trippin' (**** on)
Don't ask no **** why he hit yo' ho, 'cause she was with it, **** (Duh, ****)
Wrist blindin', killers on that timin'
Neck and wrist blindin', killers on that timin', ****
Neck and wrist blindin', killers on that timin'
Bro girl mad 'cause his phone off, bitch, he slidin'
Mastering Engineer : Mike Tucci
Vocals : Tee Grizzley
Mixing Engineer : Patrizio “Teezio” Pigliapoco