Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
ASL MASH
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mashari Barnes
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
TheReal King Jay
Produzent:in
Letras
We miss you, MASH
Hop in the Vette
Why these pussy **** mad
Cause I'm from the bottom, now I'm on the top
Chopper singing like Madonna
I'ma pull up on them, hit them where it hurt
Pull up on them with that gen
Told my homie, go and grab the fn
Me and my lil' **** go for the win
You say' you really with this shit
I been ballin' by myself
And I don't need nobody help
She told me put my pride on the shelf
So I can think about my wealth
My diamonds colder than freezers
But I can't wear that shit cause I'm anemic
You know that I ball on these **** like Mello
Baby, come over here and shake it like Jello
I'm in the cut, do you wanna have fun
I wanna play tag, you better go run
I can't wait to blow all the shells out my gun
These bullets, they hit them, they hot like the sun
Yeah, I'm from da raq
Where the shit can get wicked
If we catchin' an op, then we knock ya fitted
Got shells for his taco, now he really shitty
I do this shit off of the head, it ain't written
Fill him up with shells
Send that pussy down to hell
Fill him up with shells
Send that pussy down to hell
Fill him up with shells
Send that pussy down to hell
Fill him up with shells
Send that pussy down to hell
**** what you wanna do
I'm with whatever
**** what you wanna do
I'm with whatever
**** what you wanna do
I'm with whatever
**** what you wanna do
I'm with whatever
Feel like i did too much
Just go just go home
Written by: Mashari Barnes
