Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Evont Smith
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Jamiko Smith
Songwriter:in
Jariah Myrie
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
These chicks, they move real treeshy
Yeah, she Jamaican, she tryna get neaky
She a fan, yeah, she tryna meet me, please me
Ass so fat, In her onesie
Yeah, I'm with the sleez, I'm posted with the fam
Bad bitch, shake her hips on the gram
Shorty keep callin', I think she a fan
Don't want your number, add me on your spam
She keep talkin', I told her to text it
Not getting humpy, she know where to exit
Got to them bands, yeah, I'm tryna flex it
And I'm here friend, she letting her best hit
These chicks, man, they throwin' us up
These chicks, man, they don't give a fuck
Like, Giannis, I'ma keep it a buck
On the run to the money, we runnin' it up
You step out of bounds, I'm drawin' a play
Brad Beal, I stay with the k
Okay, mask up in the field like Rey
Mysterious, don't know what to say
She a baddie, she tryna get wasted
Shakin' her hips, she soundin' Jamaican
Brody, a shooter, just watch where you aimin'
Blazin', Ayton, Brody a blazer
She sippin', don't need a chaser
She toppin', not talkin' the Pacer
He great, but I'm really greater
Ain't throwin' the neck, then I'll see you later
These chicks keep callin' my phone told em don't call me, just leave me alone
Play 2-3, like i stay in my zone
I fuck her so good, and I'm makin' her moan
These chicks, they swear that they know me
Shoot 24, like I'm playin' with Kobe
These chicks, they know I get jiggy
They reppin!' the hood but im reppin' the philly
We come to your hood, you know we get litty
You throwin' like 5, but I'm throwin' like 50
Fuck these chicks, i got me a lady
She talkin' crazy, I give her a baby
Speed limit 10, but I'm goin' like 80
She ask me to fuck, I said, I don't know, maybe
We outside, it's a movie
Go outside, grab me a thootie
Thooteres
Written by: Evont Smith, Jamiko Smith, Jariah Myrie