Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ikefromda6
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isaac Jamaal Walker
Songwriter:in
Davion Rhodes
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ikefromda6
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Damn son, where'd you find this
Turn my phone on dnd feel like I made enough plays today
Give me a year and a half I promise my **** imma come through and save the day
Feel like yesterday I was down bad on my dick but I made a way
Feel like yesterday posted up on the curb tryna catch a play
**** don't need to worry
Promise imma get you served you can ask the j's
All them nights I was posted up on the curb my **** it left me dazed
I be tryna keep my cool my mind throwed I don't know what I'm thinking
Everywhere I go gotta keep my fye good thing I ain't famous
Give me a year in a half Imma pull up in a drop top make sure that it's brainless
My bad I ain't even try to hit your bitch my **** I thought this lil bitch was nameless
My fault, my ****, I drilled the bitch, I gave her smackdown you thought I was sheamus
Made you try to crash out, bout that lil' ass bitch my ****, you should be ashamed
I hit your bitch, you hit my bitch, my ****
I swear that's apart of the game
Give me the ball, I shoot from the wing you luol deng
I'm just waiting on the day for a **** to try me I swear he gon' feel my pain
You ain't never swing you ain't got no stain
There go another play
Turn my phone on dnd feel like I made enough plays today
Give me a year and a half I promise my **** imma come through and save the day
Feel like yesterday I was down bad on my dick but I made a way
Feel like yesterday posted up on the curb tryna catch a play
**** don't need to worry
Promise imma get you served you can ask the j's
All them nights I was posted up on the curb my **** it left me dazed
I be tryna keep my cool my mind throwed I don't know what I'm thinking
Isaac you so cold
My mind in a daze, I don't know what I'm thinkin
Look, I'm either gon' turn up or get me a bowl I'm never financially sinkin
You **** be stealin' the swag
It's only right y'all top it off with a thank you
He flexing that bread on the gram
But how he gon' feel when my young **** take it
Yeah, my **** givin' the belt like a youtuber catchin' a rapist
I be tryna tell him to chill
They start squarin' up and bro start aimin
Uh, I ain't tryna play, I ain't going for none I feel like the guard on the pacers
Uh, in other words, watch your mouth, my **** for real, for shit get dangerous
Written by: Davion Rhodes, Isaac Jamaal Walker