Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jacob Gosse
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
It's a lot (how much?), it's a lot
I'ma leave him by the drop and stomp his dad out with my Docs
I ain't rock, I ain't pop
And I sure as hell ain't gonna let you put me in a box
I got a spot, lil' bitch, and some pot, lil' bitch
Come with me and we can rock lil' bitch
Prissy lips, nice talk lil' bitch
Can't stand, nice walk lil' bitch
Nah but really I'm a lover though
It's just the fact that I got my heart broke a hundred suns ago
Wait hol' up
On another note, I flipped the script, ain't talkin' flicks now I'm up on another zone
I dub a ho 'cause I'm runnin', bro
I'ma get attached if I fuck a ho
Comin' for your brat? Fuck that
I ain't comin' for your brat, I be comin' for your mother ho
Nah sike, ridin' my trike
Three years old and we still ain't alike
I don't wanna fight like Mike
Wanna fight pussies like ain't about to bite
I got a spot, lil' bitch, and some pot, lil' bitch (hol' up)
Fuck with me and you get dropped lil' bitch
Prissy lips, nice talk, lil' bitch
Marijuana, it's a lot in this bitch
Hold the mic the way I hold the wheel
One hand, no fucks
No way I'm gettin' stuck in this shit
Hold yo' bitch, and she love how I feel
Backed up and passed up, 'cause I can't fall in love wit' a bitch
Hold the mic the way I hold the wheel
The way I hold the wheel
The way I hold the all-black motherfuckin' wheel
The way I hold the wheel
The way I hold the wheel
The way I hold the blacked out
Written by: Jacob Gosse