Be Something

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Braylin Bowman/Dominique Jones
Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Braylin Bowman/Dominique Jones
Polo G：
Told em I was gonna be somethin
That broke s**t made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Aint had nowhere to go n***a
I was lost in them streets runnin
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish
Ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it n***a nobody ever gave me nothin
Flexin so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin
Thirty in the mag you get body -bagged
Im just gon keep dumpin
Police get behind me Ima press the gas
Im just gon keep stompin
Im just gon keep stompin
Plottin on the come-up we was schemin
Now I hit the stage and they screamin
I was tryna cope through them hard times
For them X pills I was fiendin
Got a bad b***h honey skintone pretty long hair she Belizean
Tryna tell you girl I cant love you
Im a cold-hearted lil demon
This function new
I cant show affection might bug out for no reason
Really you dont even gotta be here
I done got so used to people leavin
You was ridin for me then you switched up
Now its f**k you and I mean it
Couple situations left me traumatized
Now I say less cause Im speechless
If my brother need it then I got him
Man the whole gang know how Im bleedin
Tryna wake up from them nightmares devil in my ear while I'm dreamin
In my past life did some bad things
I know karma tryna get even
Tryna get away from all the drama
Hopped in the Benz now Im speedin
Told em I was gonna be somethin
That broke s**t made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Aint had nowhere to go n***a
I was lost in them streets runnin
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it n***a nobody ever gave me nothin
Flexin so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin
Thirty in the mag you get body-bagged
Im just gon keep dumpin
Police get behind me Ima press the gas
Im just gon keep stompin
Im just gon keep stompin
Lil Baby：
Goofy tried stealin my phone
Look these n***as corny
These n***as cant come on my corner
Im the one do what I wanna
I made the guys spin that b***h every day like a carnival
Bought her a Patek Philippe cause she wanted one
These n***as nothin like me I am one of one
Take the Bentley four hundred I pay the bond
You aint scarin no one with no gun in this b***h
Everybody go dumb in this b***h
N***as h*es and they mama a b***h
In the hood like Obama and s**t
Presidential tint no tellin who in it
Ask around I bet they tell you we winnin
Different foreign cars aint none of em rented
Hundred million cash Im comin to get it
Out in Cali but my mind in the trenches
I advise the boy to play his position
Run it up and show love to my city
Never leave em Im bringin em with me
Keep a glizzy its goin in with me
I cant let em get me
No time for bulls**t Im sorry Im busy
Ima go hard til Im forty or fifty
N***as be talkin but they never do s**t
So if it aint money I dont even listen
Polo G：
Told em I was gonna be somethin
That broke s**t made me sick
Big appetite with a weak stomach
Aint had nowhere to go n***a
I was lost in them streets runnin
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it n***a nobody ever gave me nothin
Flexin so hard I might pull a muscle
But I just keep stuntin
Thirty in the mag you get body-bagged
Im just gon keep dumpin
Police get behind me Ima press the gas
Im just gon keep stompin
Im just gon keep stompin