Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Evont Smith
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Let's go, Yanni
Let's go, Yanni
We in Jersey, we get blicky
Send the text, I'm like, nah, it's too risky
In the party, man, shit can get mixy
Saying she hot, it's like 80 degrees
With the gang, we matching white tees
Hop on the club, start killing them beats like
Old head steady, trying rumble
Got this jawn, she just want to cuddle
Tahj in the cut, he steady, trying to tussle
Clip 'em, feeling like Russell
She talkin' about it, she just wanna kiss
Feeling like bubba, I'm moving my lips
Walk in the party, we got this hoe lit
She said, come and teach me
She moving her hips
Watch out, you know we get blicky
Yeah, you can get out, get out
Bouta grab me some food
While I sleep, I listen to Snooze
Pretty women, they love 42
Brodie in the cut, he holdin' the deuce
I don't even rap, but i'll pass what y'all
I don't even rap, but I pass what y'all do
I walk in the party
Get to pumpin' this shit off the top
I ain't talkin' about Drummond
I'm dunkin', he bluffin'
No, I am not cuffin' this shit too hot
Go turn on the oven
Mickie D's, I see that you lovin'
Her shit turkey, you know that I'm stuffin'
Naw, ima start humpin'
I gets down she think that I'm bluffin'
Old head steady, trying rumble
Got this jawn, she just want to cuddle
Tahj in the cut, he steady, trying to tussle
Clip 'em, feeling like Russell
She talkin' about it, she just wanna kiss
Feeling like bubba, I'm moving my lips
Uh, huh
Written by: Evont Smith