Released: October 21, 2016
Songwriter: Tay-K
Producer: Soulja Boy Mr. Collipark Salih Williams Tomar Williams The Package Store
[Verse]
I was splurgin' at North Park, tryna look rich (What?)
Could've bought an ass for my motherfuckin' bitch (Damn)
Free Santana Sage, (Gang) he gonna empty out the clip (Gang, gang)
On my mama, I'ma rage for my motherfuckin' jits
I won't ever flip the page, bitch, I'm stickin' to the script (Rug-Rat!)
Old-ass niggas lame and I'm bout to pull they slip (Rug-Rat!)
Bitch, I'm half your fuckin' age with a extra long clip (Oh)
I don't got ten shots, but yo' aim ain't shit (Bitch)
Bitch, I keep the Smith like my name Brad Pitt
22 shots, clip look like my dick (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
If a nigga try me, on my momma I get lit (Yeah)
If Wu say he dead, then I know his ass is hit
Choppa 22, with a extra long clip (Bang)
And that stock kick back, but it ain't shit to fold that bitch (Bap, bap, kick back)
Rappin' ass niggas ain't gon' do shit
Bitch, I'm loadin' up this Cobra while you loadin' up that diss (Gah, bah)
I got hella shooters, and they ain't gonna miss
Bitch, it's 2016, what's the addy to your crib? (It's 2016, man)
I don't tote no Glock, boy, I know you see that stick (Stick)
And if you run up on me like a Beyblade, I rip (Fah)
I don't know what you heard, but Lil Tay-K with the shits
I never duck a opp, unless he is a snitch (Snitch, bitch)
And I'm still out here juggin', 'cause I can't even resist (Bitch)
And I still got opps, 'cause I'm still hittin' licks (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm Tay-K, and I'm steady on the clock (Tick-tock)
And the feds want my head, I-
And I'm always finessin', I can never ever stop
If a nigga try to press me, like a soda, I pop (Pop)
If 12 pull me over, on my mama, I'ma run
'Cause it's BB on my belt, but its hollows in my gun (Hollows in my gun)
Every single day, I could never miss one
Bitch, I'm out here in the field, and I do this shit for fun
I was splurgin' at North Park, tryna look rich (What?)
Could've bought an ass for my motherfuckin' bitch (Damn)
Free Santana Sage, (Gang) he gonna empty out the clip (Gang, gang)
On my mama, I'ma rage for my motherfuckin' jits
I won't ever flip the page, bitch, I'm stickin' to the script (Rug-Rat!)
Old-ass niggas lame and I'm bout to pull they slip (Rug-Rat!)
Bitch, I'm half your fuckin' age with a extra long clip (Oh)
I don't got ten shots, but yo' aim ain't shit (Bitch)
Bitch, I keep the Smith like my name Brad Pitt
22 shots, clip look like my dick (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
If a nigga try me, on my momma I get lit (Yeah)
If Wu say he dead, then I know his ass is hit
Choppa 22, with a extra long clip (Bang)
And that stock kick back, but it ain't shit to fold that bitch (Bap, bap, kick back)
Rappin' ass niggas ain't gon' do shit
Bitch, I'm loadin' up this Cobra while you loadin' up that diss (Gah, bah)
I got hella shooters, and they ain't gonna miss
Bitch, it's 2016, what's the addy to your crib? (It's 2016, man)
I don't tote no Glock, boy, I know you see that stick (Stick)
And if you run up on me like a Beyblade, I rip (Fah)
I don't know what you heard, but Lil Tay-K with the shits
I never duck a opp, unless he is a snitch (Snitch, bitch)
And I'm still out here juggin', 'cause I can't even resist (Bitch)
And I still got opps, 'cause I'm still hittin' licks (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm Tay-K, and I'm steady on the clock (Tick-tock)
And the feds want my head, I-
And I'm always finessin', I can never ever stop
If a nigga try to press me, like a soda, I pop (Pop)
If 12 pull me over, on my mama, I'ma run
'Cause it's BB on my belt, but its hollows in my gun (Hollows in my gun)
Every single day, I could never miss one
Bitch, I'm out here in the field, and I do this shit for fun