Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jordan Fuller
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yeah put that shit on god you ain't gone bust triggers and blame me
Ima go and get a grammy and shit
Ima go and bring my family and shit
Blood on all my shoes when Im out walking
You ain't finesse the gang what you talking
Why you talking
You want this verse you better pay me
Talkin bout you gangster you ain't got the guts to flame me
Put that shit on god you ain't gone bust triggers and blame me
Acting like you loving everything I do I know you hate me
Why you thinking you could play me
I put your girl up on a flight and now she want my baby
Ask me for a fendi purse I told her baby maybe
Made the same mistakes out here before she made me crazy
And that pussy so good I heard that pussy so amazing
Imagine talking bout another **** bitch man that so brazen
And I could care less it's all the rap shit that I'm craving
And for a bitch I got another I ain't saving
No I ain't saving
Sometimes we laugh sometimes we cry guess that's how it goes
Hit it from the back until she moan
Yeah love you and I buy you all the shoes with the lace now
So if you really love me and you got a heart
Baby when you want I'll take you to the start
We can do this any day any way how you want it yeah
Baby show me that you want it yeah
Yeah Ima hit it till she let go (Yeah yeah I mean it)
Pussy so wet faygo
Bussin triggers better let go
And now your girl she all up on me better get going
I got fans everywhere and now my check growing
Back then I didn't have shit now I'm out showin
Didn't have no where to go and now we exploring
Taking trips to the cayes and now we bay shoring
Now they know me back then they was ignoring
Sleeping on me bro they was fucking snoring yeah
All you bitches so fucking annoying
Yeah baby yeah I mean it
Baby and I'm hoping you could see it
But I feel like these days everybody hate us rate us
Everybody tryna contemplate us yeah
I got that hate living all around us
No wonder other **** feeling like they found us
Now I'm sitting in the whip with my song playing
All these **** feeling like we out playing
Yeah lil mama want the cash around us
But shawty in the back there had to ask for diamonds
And I ain't got no cash to be splashing on diamonds
Especially when these diamonds they finna be dancing
Prancing shawty got me antsy
And she a lier too guess that I been calling her Anansi
She like a spider crawling on me in my sleep and I can't breath
Baby I can't breathe
You want this verse you better pay me
Talkin bout you gangster you ain't got the guts to flame me
Put that shit on god you ain't gone bust triggers and blame me
Acting like you loving everything I do I know you hate me
Why you thinking you could play me
I put your girl up on a flight and now she want my baby
Ask me for a fendi purse I told her baby maybe
Made the same mistakes out here before she made me crazy
And that pussy so good I heard that pussy so amazing
Imagine talking bout another **** bitch man that so brazen
And I could care less it's all the rap shit that I'm craving
And for a bitch I got another I ain't saving no I ain't saving
Yeah Ima hit it till she let go
Pussy so wet faygo
Bussin triggers better let go
And now your girl she all up on me better get going
I got fans everywhere and now my check growing
Back then I didn't have shit now I'm out showin
Didn't have no where to go and Now we exploring
Taking trips to the cayes and now we bay shoring
Yeah Ima hit it till she let go
Pussy so wet faygo
Bussin triggers better let go
And now your girl she all up on me better get going
I got fans everywhere and now my check growing
Back then I didn't have shit now I'm out showin
Didn't have no where to go and now we exploring
Taking trips to the cayes and now we bay shoring
Now they know me back then they was ignoring
Sleeping on me bro they was fucking snoring yeah
All you bitches so fucking annoying
Written by: Jordan Fuller