Lyricist : Michael Lamar White/Darak Figueroa
Composer : Tim Henson/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Nicholas Mira
Intro: Trippie Redd]
Internet Money, b***h
Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ooh
Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Big 14, know what the f**k goin' on
Lil', uh, bitch
Ayy, yeah (Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They don't understand who I am (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I had to WWE slam (Slam)
Down on these **** niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (Woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like yeah (Bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (Way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I don't got the time to be playin' games with the opps
Pull up with this chop' and then I knock you out your socks (Bah)
Timeless, and I don't need a mother****in' clock
Man, I swear to God, all I need is my Glock and mop, yeah
Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They don't understand who I am (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I had to WWE slam (Slam)
Down on these **** niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
Verse 2: StaySolidRocky]
Used to spin like Ricky Bobby, not the Bobby with lil' Whitney
I drop five up on the Glock and you think I ain't bring it with me
I put four-fives in this big three-oh and spark it like a blizzy
I don't show no love to city hoes but I do love this Glizzy
Make her vow to me, you will never jam when you in need
With this laser beam, put him underneath the concrete
Better not play with me, I'ma make sure you niggas sleep
Did your grave for me, jump inside and tell me what you see, uh
Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They don't understand who I am (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I had to WWE slam (Slam)
Down on these **** niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like yeah (Yeah)
