Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jerome Hill
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Ha …. ****
Ayeeeeeee uhh uhh uhh uhh
****…. Bitch … Yeah
Gambling with life I threw a seven we on
Bitches wanna suck a **** dick cause we known
We gone fuck on the first night it ain't no pressure we grown
Getting to this cake you in the way tell woo to pick up his phone
He calling bout a bitch that's sucker shit what he on
I'm white boy wasted with the Keisha I'm stoned
Told my dirty make the money stacks a hundred feet long
They calling Marley Boston George the type of paper he on
See I'm a different **** you ain't cut from this fabric
I ball like luka doncic now they say I'm a maverick
You **** silly trying to beef like fuck some paper we static
I send them killers at yo shit head out of state when it happen
I'm Ali in the jungle now they say I'm the greatest
You popular on Instagram bitch but you basic
Don't need yo number in my phone I'll pull it up and erase it
You in a motherfucker booth and got a cup hoe you faking
I do a **** dirty take him out with the kill switch
I ride with seven pounds I call it doing the Will Smith
It's pistols out in public how I'm thuggin on real shit
I move a certain way too many haters to deal with
Gambling with life I threw a seven we on
Bitches wanna suck a **** dick cause we known
We gone fuck on the first night it ain't no pressure we grown
Getting to this cake you in the way tell woo to pick up his phone
He calling bout a bitch that's sucker shit what he on
I'm white boy wasted with the Keisha I'm stoned
Told my dirty make the money stacks a hundred feet long
They calling Marley Boston George the type of paper he on
I sat down for a second now I'm back with the pressure
Hopped off LAX and went in hopped in a Tesla
I dropped a four-eight on a scale ain't give him none of the extra
I told my bitch to play you **** and she did it Alexa
You smoking different grade reffa what we smoking exotic
Riding through my section with some bitches from college
Shit on em every fuckin second since I know that they watching
I'm certified I'm on my shit I'm confident when I pop it
They mugging when I blow past hustling trying to score fast
Marley counting that money on the floor cash
You buying hoes Dior bags these **** faking like they killers
I'll pull up at yo spot like I was door dash
Reckless **** don't know how to move
my **** real
don't fuck with sour dudes all I do is win I don't know how to lose
From the Lou and got the blues these hoes be on my dick
and trying to choose Marley Boston George I'm bussin Power moves
Gambling with life I threw a seven we on
Bitches wanna suck a **** dick cause we known
We gone fuck on the first night it ain't no pressure we grown
Getting to this cake you in the way tell woo to pick up his phone
He calling bout a bitch that's sucker shit what he on
I'm white boy wasted with the Keisha I'm stoned
Told my dirty make the money stacks a hundred feet long
They calling Marley Boston George the type of paper he on
Written by: Jerome Hill