Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
BabyK Osama
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Darian kierce
Komponist:in
Justen Rainey
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rxney
Produzent:in
Songteksten
Shawty want to wrap a ****
Eating good on a daily still ain’t fat ****
Still a fuck your bitch boy better get some racks ****
Bitch I’m in the raq with it
In the trap with it
Gen five sitting cozy in my lap ****
Replace a **** put on side thinking I’m a laugh with him
Booted up I bite down I’m fucked up off a half jigga
I just gunned em down
He took that past just like the last ****
Wont eat her ass you know I can't be nothing like her last ****
Leave me alone because I’m feeling violence about my feelings
Went a while searching for healing
Dnd don't want no healings
All I see is red when I run up on you tryna cross the whip
Broken promises I was given
Untold lie they stay hidden
Digging deep I’m in her soul
I can tell we be sharing spirits
Keep it on me I’m on my pivot
Wouldn't dare come let you get me
All my soul bitch I’m a blow
Gotta be richer than the ritz
Water run you got rinse
Can't get in don't got no ticket
Fuck her friend cause they was kissing
Pussy say I ain't in the city
When I’m in the city **** hiding they ain’t tryna get up with me
Running with some demons who sat down they had to handle business
Shawty want to wrap a ****
Eating good on a daily still ain’t fat ****
Still a fuck your bitch boy better get some racks ****
Bitch I’m in the raq with it
In the trap with it
Gen five sitting cozy in my lap ****
Replace a **** put on side thinking I’m a laugh with him
Booted up I bite down I’m fucked up off a half jigga
I just gunned em down
He took that past just like the last ****
Wont eat her ass you know I can't be nothing like her last ****
I was tryna go and you ain’t won't to let me leave
I told you just let me be
Diss the **** go pay that fee
Stop fucking hoes since I got lit
Stupid bitch so now my dick ain't free
Stupid shit bloody nights we grabbing that blee
Double back repeat
Put the people cross the leap
Tryna reach we chop your feet
Rainy nights
Rainy made the beat
Stole my heart why I’m clap heat
Stolen car so we fleed the scene
Burn the block when we leave the streets
Die for you
Hope you die for me
Cause I’ll ride for you and you'll slide for me
Shawty want to wrap a ****
Eating good on a daily still ain’t fat ****
Still a fuck your bitch boy better get some racks ****
Bitch I’m in the raq with it
In the trap with it
Gen five sitting cozy in my lap ****
Replace a **** put on side thinking I’m a laugh with him
Booted up I bite down I’m fucked up off a half jigga
I just gunned em down
He took that past just like the last ****
Wont eat her ass you know I can't be nothing like her last ****
Written by: Darian kierce, Justen Rainey