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

Ain't 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

I'm just gon' keep dumpin'

Police get behind me I'ma press the gas

I'm just gon' keep stompin'

I'm 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 can't love you

I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon

This function new

I can't show affection might bug out for no reason

Really you don't even gotta be here

I done got so used to people leavin'

You was ridin' for me then you switched up

Now it's f**k you and I mean it

Couple situations left me traumatized

Now I say less 'cause I'm speechless

If my brother need it then I got him

Man the whole gang know how I'm 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 I'm speedin'

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'

That broke s**t made me sick

Big appetite with a weak stomach

Ain't 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

I'm just gon' keep dumpin'

Police get behind me I'ma press the gas

I'm just gon' keep stompin'

I'm just gon' keep stompin'

Lil Baby：

Goofy tried stealin' my phone

Look these n***as corny

These n***as can't come on my corner

I'm 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 ain't 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 ain't none of 'em rented

Hundred million cash I'm 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 I'm bringin' 'em with me

Keep a glizzy it's goin' in with me

I can't let 'em get me

No time for bulls**t I'm sorry I'm busy

I'ma go hard 'til I'm forty or fifty

N***as be talkin' but they never do s**t

So if it ain't money I don't even listen

Polo G：

Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'

That broke s**t made me sick

Big appetite with a weak stomach

Ain't 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

I'm just gon' keep dumpin'

Police get behind me I'ma press the gas

I'm just gon' keep stompin'

I'm just gon' keep stompin'