Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Keith Bogle III
Rap
Naheem Garrett
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Bogle III
Songwriter:in
Naheem Garrett
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Justin Noel
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Remember what you said to me
That lil bitch is dead to me
These **** ain't no friends to me
Nah that's what they pretend to be
Told her come and sin with me
Bae just come and sin with me
Twin he don't do the helmut lang
These young **** they hella lame
I want the green, the money, the fame
It's up this bitch go up in flames
These fuck **** can't stop the rain
Me and these **** we not the same
I got nothing but passion and pain
I got nothing but
You hear that shit?
You hear that boom?
She wanna come to my room
Fuck the bitch right off the shrooms
We put that boy on the news
Lil **** like how could i lose?
No manny i'm keeping a tool
I'm gangsta don't play by the rules
I took the bitch out A
I flew the bitch out the state
She wanna come to my place
Ooh i just bust on her face
She tell me she like how it taste
Im geeked i go outer space
My money blue like chase
I keep a fye, i ain't talking bout ace
I got a bad lil bitch off a bean, she tryna fuck the team
I got a bad lil bitch off a bean, she tryna fuck on me
I'm geeked up sipping lean
And no you can't fuck for free
Yea you gotta pay the fee
Yea she tryna lay with me
Roll a 3.5 in a blunt
Young **** smoke out the pack
I only hit the hoe once
Why she keep doubling back
Brodie tried screwing me off
Had to get that **** whacked
I just be preaching the facts
They like "Heem how you do that?"
I wanna jump on a jet
I wanna go to the moon
**** be paying for pussy, that cannot be me
Lil boy you a fool
**** tried to diss HP
That's how you meet your doom
Written by: Keith Bogle III, Naheem Garrett