Créditos
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nephat Ngoma
Songwriter:in
Samuel Kasempa
Songwriter:in
Letras
GR3Y, KAYAN 2, Hooligan, bish, uh
Sick and heavily admitted, and with the hooligan flow
Tried to throw me in the dirt, a **** sprouted and I grow
Garment clean, whiter than snow, bank account breaking the score
Started off a CEO, **** need I say more
They told it's lonely at the top, I grabbed my nuts and took an Otuzbir
Devam, I'm climbing to the money like a sycamore
Break the bank, take all your hoard, invest it and I praise the lord
Just in time and pull up like Owen, how I'm changing the score
Give her dick and D's and squeeze her double D's, give her some more
Holy fuck is how I'm taking chick to heaven's door
Bounce that booty till it break the bed and almost break the floor
Tell your favorite rapper GR3Y on his fucking neck and more
Referring to the duffel when I talk about a baggie
Getting to the hustle when I order me some cali
I roll me up a fatty and I call it trappamatics
Thought that she a baddie till she hit me with a addy CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
And now she call me daddy
You wonder if she coming over, **** that's a prolly
The way she bend it over, had a **** supersonic
I did it for the culture and Picasso on her body
Heavy is a head and you **** can't relate uh huh
On my mission, need more commas in my safe
Got my family on the back and I'm tryna set em straight
They all good but I'm tryna get em great
I can't fuck with **** that be louder than my reefer
Steady, meditated, overdosing on sativa
Diamonds on me, dancing, got them looking like a seizure
Three bitches on my line, I be calling them Adidas
My closet be bipolar cause it be throwing fits to me
She really think I'm mean but I blame it on the fucking lean
She came in with the fat ass, she got it in her jeans
That denim dripping tears in the pool of Celine
I be dripping in the Prada, guess her momma more proud of me
I'm sipping medicine, that's why she really sick of me
I'm clean, no steeze man, I got it in my jeans
I'm clean, no steeze man, I got it in my jeans
You wanna be her lover, I just want her for the summer
She came in with another, I just put them undercover
These bitches undercovers, they be yackin for the dollars
All your bitches bandits, I pull up with the baddies
Two bitches on a diet, so I eat them like a sandwich
Written by: Nephat Ngoma, Samuel Kasempa