Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Luh Jlo
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
J Long
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Big Siah
Assistent:in des:der Produzent:in
Lyrics
What's good, bad back
Yeah, man, you did this one
Yeah, yeah, yea you did this one
On my brother nigga
I can get this shit overnight
I can get this shit in overnight
I ain't giving out no testers nigga, all these grams fire
You the fucking' middle man, I'm the nigga that supplying
Carhartt be the swag when I'm wintertime grinding
Bitch said she ain't got no nigga, but I'm knowing, that she lying
Lil big homie in the field, bitch, I'm something' like a lineman
But I'm something' like quarterback with these bows, I've been dimin
I'm signing' deals with my heads, but I don't need no dotted lines
Niggas out here fucked up, they seeing' it wrong, they hypnotized
Fan said can' you and Yop, do a tape, I said it's coming
They know when' me and brother get up in mode, we get to crunching
We like the Spurs and they prime, Ginobi and Tim Duncan
Nigga play with brother Yop, a carve your head just like a pumpkin
Like waan, waan
Aye, brother cuz past the Glock, you know I'm dumping'
Nigga heady after heady, keep on calling', bitch, I'm coming'
I alley-ooped the ball to JLo, bitch, you know he finna dunk it'
The boys came up to my window I said fuck it
White boy on a skateboard he hit a shovel
Fire heady up in Mickey D's, he gave my ass some nuggets, bitch
You can't come around the guys if you ain't stuffing '
These niggas bittersweet, without they pipes, these niggas muffins
All these hoes be some bops, you dumb as hell for tryin' to cuff them
You got me singin' to the pussy, bitch, I feel like David Ruffin
I told his ass, run the 1s, and now this nigga really ducking'
I have my pole, you know I'm tucking'
Fuck the Jake's, I'm screaming ', fuck then
You niggas sweet, y'all ain't really with that street shit
Yo, bitch, tuggin' on my pants, I told her, eat this
I told her, eat dick, bitch, this is smack shift
I took a sip of lean I think I need a mattress
Niggas talking pape because the hoes around
Overnight we copped bluffs, niggas know we blow him down
Bought a penis from my ARP, this bitch wont' make a sound
I finna beat that shit, get weird, eliminate his ass now
Niggas talkin' bout the pay because the hoes be in the room
Niggas talkin' bout the pay because the hoes be in the room
When you walk inside my life, you might be steppin' in some doom
When you walk inside my life, you might be steppin' in some doom
Fuck my ex, I had to cut her off, that bitch was gettin' rude
Fuck my ex, I had to cut her off, that bitch was gettin' rude
Get the plottin' on a head, I bet his ass won't have a clue
Get the plottin' on a head, I bet his ass won't have a clue
Get the plottin' on a head, I bet his ass won't have a clue
Writer(s): J Long
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