Top Songs By Justin Rarri
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Justin Rarri
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Damon Thomas
Komponist:in
Adrian Baez
Komponist:in
Dennys Capellan
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Damon Thomas
Produzent:in
Sumyunghai
Produzent:in
Skyler Gibbons
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dennys Capellan
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Told a bitch, whatchu on?
I'ma shoot at that fuck **** dome
I'ma buy her lil' Christian Dior
Who want static? Pull up at ya door
Wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer
Check him out, he be totin' that pole
Got the drop on a opp, he postin' his shorty
But low-key I'm fuckin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, stuck in my ways, bitch, I'm only worried 'bout a bankroll
I don't got patience, she could leave me right now, don't care, no
I was out here doley, so I be used to this shit
She say I'm rude as a bitch
Mixing up the re-rock, but I keep it right out of the crib
Ain't trustin' nobody around us
Put packs together, I'm countin, rich **** rockin' on Richezza
Got a luxury life, ever since I got right
Everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper bitches in a telly
Pull up in Suburbans, we strapped and we ready
Tell a **** straight up that I don't wanna fit in
Ain't never gon' be a lil' regular
[Verse 3]
Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch, I'm a youngin right out of New York
I got a baddie lil' bitch from the A
I'ma take her right with me, cash out at the store
Bitch, I'm a savage
That be the reason she falling for me, 'cause a **** be real
Really a stepper
Don't gotta show you no ratchet, my ****, just handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who that boy on the block?
What you know 'bout a drill with a big ol' steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
Bitch ass walk up, come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind 'em
He movin' funny, bro, bust a ya noggin
I had to cut off lil' shorty, she toxic
[Verse 4]
Told a bitch, whatchu on?
I'ma shoot at that fuck **** dome
I'ma buy her lil' Christian Dior
Who want static? Pull up at ya door
Yeah, wanna be in the gang, he a new drummer
Check him out, he be totin' that pole
Got the drop on a opp, he postin' his shorty
But low-key I'm fuckin' his hoe
[Verse 5]
Don't compare, lil' bitch ain't the same ****
40K I could make in a day, ****
He a youngin, but still hold a K, ****
Pull up on me and see how the trey hittin'
I got too much to loose for a broke bitch
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm a GOAT, bitch
Get 'em spinning right off of the coke, yeah
I got too many hoes for a old bitch, yeah
[Verse 6]
Put packs together, I'm countin', rich **** rockin' on Richezza
Got a luxury life, ever since I got right
Everybody jack me like they helped us
Got them stripper bitches in a telly
Pull up in Suburbans, we strapped and we ready
Tell a **** straight up that I don't wanna fit in
Ain't never gon' be a lil' regular
[Verse 7]
Watch how they shake with that K
Bitch, I'm a youngin right out of New York
I got a baddie lil' bitch from the A
I'ma take her right with me, cash out at the store
Bitch, I'm a savage
That be the reason she falling for me, 'cause a **** be real
Really a stepper
Don't gotta show you no ratchet, my ****, just handle the deal
Bro shooting at the opps
How you still in the field, how you made up a mill?
Who that boy on the block?
What you know 'bout a drill with a big ol' steel?
Thirteen with a Glock
Bitch ass walk up, come try me
I put the grip on his face to remind 'em
He movin' funny, bro, bust a ya noggin
I had to cut off lil' shorty, she toxic
Written by: Adrian Baez, Damon Thomas, Dennys Capellan
