Vídeo musical

Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Summrs
Summrs
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Deante Johnson
Deante Johnson
Texte
Hudson Major
Hudson Major
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Deante Johnson
Deante Johnson
Mischtechniker:in
Hudson Major
Hudson Major
Produzent:in

Letras

**** sendin' threats through a text message and shit
Tryna send hoes to follow us and fuck on me and every one of my ****
Thought they set a **** up like a **** just stupid or somethin' (Haha)
Ha, same bitch, them same fingers you used to type that shit, bitch (Fah)
Make sure they be the same fingers that squeeze that bitch when you see me (Fah, fah)
Fah, bow
Bird business
Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to flip your ass, to send your ass (Where you don't wanna go)
This bitch giving me dumb throat, this bitch giving me dumb throat
Catch that bitch, wе gon' dump bro
Rip on his ass and roll his bro
Pussy-ass **** don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm rеally rich
Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit (Gon' catch a kill)
And the drank came sealed
I could buy my deal (My deal)
I don't got my Glock concealed (Uh-uh)
So you know it's hot in here (Hot in here)
She like how my watch appear (Appear)
See it through the rear-view mirror
Tryna keep the snakes from 'round here ('Round here)
Most of the time, I'm gone off pills (Uh-huh)
Most of the time, I'm under the influence (Yeah)
You know I talk that cheese real fluent (Yeah)
You know these racks, yeah, I'm pursuing (Yeah, huh)
This bird business, we never losin' (Bird business)
I'm with MBM murder gang (Murder gang)
And that AR came with a coolin'
Remember that bitch called me her chooser
Now this bitch callin' me zaddy (Yeah)
Remember used to rock Caddies, now it's S560 4MATIC
This Cartier getting old, I think it's time to go Patek
Keep me a fuckin' baddie, each got a fatty, clutchin' my plastic
Money damn near elastic, check my fashion, Louis my fabrics (My fabric, yeah)
Emilio Pucci my jacket, keep that ratchet part of my fashion (Pucci, pop, huh)
Cartier Buff glasses, too much racks start madness (Yeah)
Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me, he's a no-show
Send my partner to kill his ass, to send his ass (Where you don't wanna go)
This bitch giving me dumb throat, this bitch giving me dumb throat
Catch that boy, we gon' dump bro
Rip on his ass and roll his bro
Pussy-ass **** don't know me, we could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich
Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit (Go do a drill)
Written by: Deante Johnson, Hudson Major
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