Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lil Zay
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Karpets Ivan Sergeevich
Songwriter:in
Zaleon Bailey
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nick Bane
Mischtechniker:in
CHEEZE
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let's go!
Ayy, ayy, ****, have these chains on my motherfuckin' neck, man
Swear it's some motherfuckin' ice, man
I got like a hundred in jewelry right now
Woah
[Verse 2]
Woah, bitch, I don't fuck with rappers, I am not a rapper
Real trap ****, bustin' Ps out the wrapper
I just poured a four of the Wock' in the Snapple
Ran up my first hundred, I ain't lookin' backwards
She like how my chains, they swingin'
She wanna come hang with us
Told her this shit can get dangerous
And lil' bro, he got hit from the ankle up
You ain't havin' no motion, can't hang with us
[Verse 3]
Hittin' the bitch from the back, chain tangled up
Th-th-thrashin', I'm smashin', I'm beatin' up her kidney
I was trappin' and rappin', I made me a killin'
Send them young **** to slide on a mission
I got fifty racks, all blues in the duffle
Get this shit today, get it back 'cause it's nothin'
If you ain't lost it all, got it back, you ain't hustlin'
Stayed down with this rap shit, they know I'm finna bubble
She lickin' my diamonds, all these VVS clusters
Brand new watch, but I ain't got time for fuckin'
Fuck the ho once, give her back, I ain't cuffin'
Ho think she gon' get somethin' from me, she get nothin'
But let me get back to the trap shit
Bustin' down Ps in the trap, fuck this rap shit
Don't fuck with ****, they be on some cap shit
Youngest turnt in my city, we been on the map, bitch
[Verse 4]
Woah, bitch, I don't fuck with rappers, I am not a rapper
Real trap ****, bustin' Ps out the wrapper
I just poured a four of the Wock' in the Snapple
Ran up my first hundred, I ain't lookin' backwards
She like how my chains, they swingin'
She wanna come hang with us
Told her this shit can get dangerous
And lil' bro, he got hit from the ankle up
You ain't havin' no motion, can't hang with us
Bitch, I don't fuck with rappers, I am not a rapper
Real trap ****, bustin' Ps out the wrapper
I just poured a four of the Wock' in the Snapple
Ran up my first hundred, I ain't lookin' backwards
She like how my chains, they swingin'
She wanna come hang with us
Told her this shit can get dangerous
And lil' bro, he got hit from the ankle up
You ain't havin' no motion, can't hang with us
Written by: Karpets Ivan Sergeevich, Zaleon Bailey
