Credit
They keep me
In discussions
But me and all
Them cheap bitches
We don't share
Things In common
I'm honest
I'm noodin
I'm shaking hands
Because its business
Meets compulsion
Two by two
I'm taking credit
Cause my credit due
Can't fit my shoes
Without my touch
Ya'll sound like
Loony Tunes
Yeah i know
What it feel like
Got this pain
Stuck on my mind
Gotta let go
Gotta shine
I be living good
In my prime
All these old
Thoughts on my mind
Got me stuck
On a rewind
Got me losing
All control
Yeah they really
Don't know
Gotta keep
Moving ahead
Yeah i gotta
Keep showing out
Gotta keep stacking
This bread
Gotta keep
Making the haters
upset
Yeah i fucked
Up my credit
Yeah i ran
Off on the
Plug again
Yeah i don't
Want that bitch
No more
She was just
Another dub again
I will never
Show up at
These lame ass
Clubs no more
She was just
Another Dub
Just another selfish
Hoe
I don't give
A fuck about
Fake shit
And all that
Gossip
Fuck gin
Im pouring straight
Wok in the cockpit
They keep me
In discussions
But me and all
Them cheap bitches
We don't share
Things In common
I'm honest
I'm noodin
I'm shaking hands
Because its business
Meets compulsion
Two by two
I'm taking credit
Cause my credit due
Can't fit my shoes
Without my touch
Ya'll sound like
Loony Tunes
Look at my
List i got
All of these
Dues next thing
You know i'm
Breaking the rules
Cameras be flashing
I'm making my moves
I am a savage
I don't got no rules
Take it on credit
I know i said it
Maybe later
I'll regret it
Change up the
Settings
I go to debit
All these accounts
Yeah i get it
Living life
So reckless
Ain't nike
But i gotta
Check this
Talk down
On the gang
And you get hit
And i'll make sure
You learn your
Lessons
Spacecamp we never
Resting
The hustle
It got us aggressive
And soon we
Gonna be counting
Our blessings
So that's why
We made this
Trap bible
To tell you
That here's
Our arrival
We gonna take
This shit to
The next level
Because there
Is nothing we
Will settle for
Truly mean it
Ain't no metaphor
It's only the top
I'm looking for
Getting tired
Of discussing
I was riding
On this beat
Stunnah got
The heat
Its me and
My cousin
They keep me
In discussions
But me and all
Them cheap bitches
We don't share
Things In common
I'm honest
I'm noodin
I'm shaking hands
Because its business
Meets compulsion
Two by two
I'm taking credit
Cause my credit due
Can't fit my shoes
Without my touch
Ya'll sound like
Loony Tunes
In discussions
But me and all
Them cheap bitches
We don't share
Things In common
I'm honest
I'm noodin
I'm shaking hands
Because its business
Meets compulsion
Two by two
I'm taking credit
Cause my credit due
Can't fit my shoes
Without my touch
Ya'll sound like
Loony Tunes
Yeah i know
What it feel like
Got this pain
Stuck on my mind
Gotta let go
Gotta shine
I be living good
In my prime
All these old
Thoughts on my mind
Got me stuck
On a rewind
Got me losing
All control
Yeah they really
Don't know
Gotta keep
Moving ahead
Yeah i gotta
Keep showing out
Gotta keep stacking
This bread
Gotta keep
Making the haters
upset
Yeah i fucked
Up my credit
Yeah i ran
Off on the
Plug again
Yeah i don't
Want that bitch
No more
She was just
Another dub again
I will never
Show up at
These lame ass
Clubs no more
She was just
Another Dub
Just another selfish
Hoe
I don't give
A fuck about
Fake shit
And all that
Gossip
Fuck gin
Im pouring straight
Wok in the cockpit
They keep me
In discussions
But me and all
Them cheap bitches
We don't share
Things In common
I'm honest
I'm noodin
I'm shaking hands
Because its business
Meets compulsion
Two by two
I'm taking credit
Cause my credit due
Can't fit my shoes
Without my touch
Ya'll sound like
Loony Tunes
Look at my
List i got
All of these
Dues next thing
You know i'm
Breaking the rules
Cameras be flashing
I'm making my moves
I am a savage
I don't got no rules
Take it on credit
I know i said it
Maybe later
I'll regret it
Change up the
Settings
I go to debit
All these accounts
Yeah i get it
Living life
So reckless
Ain't nike
But i gotta
Check this
Talk down
On the gang
And you get hit
And i'll make sure
You learn your
Lessons
Spacecamp we never
Resting
The hustle
It got us aggressive
And soon we
Gonna be counting
Our blessings
So that's why
We made this
Trap bible
To tell you
That here's
Our arrival
We gonna take
This shit to
The next level
Because there
Is nothing we
Will settle for
Truly mean it
Ain't no metaphor
It's only the top
I'm looking for
Getting tired
Of discussing
I was riding
On this beat
Stunnah got
The heat
Its me and
My cousin
They keep me
In discussions
But me and all
Them cheap bitches
We don't share
Things In common
I'm honest
I'm noodin
I'm shaking hands
Because its business
Meets compulsion
Two by two
I'm taking credit
Cause my credit due
Can't fit my shoes
Without my touch
Ya'll sound like
Loony Tunes
Credits
Writer(s): Armaan Nicodemus
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