Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mooce
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Camauri Jackson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Alex Delgado
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Air Max 95, I'm a spiffy guy
Shawty see me on the rise, now she wanna ride
I can see you **** pussy, don't be tryna hide
Had my foot up on they neck, should I let em die
Shawty got a bird brain, she ain't even fly
Two L's, too many, I can't let it slide
Shawty wanna drive the boat and I ain't even mind
Just let me cook when it be time, you know I gotta grind
Took time off, I had to find myself
I could never fall off, I did it by myself
The homie ran off on me, now I'm by myself
Once I get a little money, I could hire some help
Yeah, rip me out the plastic, I be acting brand new
**** I ain't spoke to, reaching out to the mooce
Cause they know I'm up next and they see how I move
My catalog is insane and I can show you the proof
So fuck this industry cause they don't really love you for you
Tell her fuck with me and I'ma show you the moves
I get groovy on these hoes, they don't know what to do
I be sliding through the city, turning up for the youth
I go hard in the paint, I don't waste time
Smoking loud and it stink, you can taste mine
Shawty spilling out her feelings, we on FaceTime
Throw it back, let me catch it, tell her rewind
Shawty on the roster, put her on the D-line
I don't gang bang at all, but I'm big slime
Slatt, Slatt play with him and get that ass whacked
Big stacks, fuck with me and she get rich fast
Fat ass, slim waist with a leg tat
I ain't got a type, but she can give me all that
Let it play, let it play, tell him let it play
This that shit that make you wanna throw your man away
This that shit that make me wanna take you on this plane
With that be on his feet, **** plain jane
**** playing in the street, homie, you's a lame
Shawty want me spend time, she ain't tryna change
If it don't make dollars, don't make cents
If you ain't never made a holla, you ain't doing shit
I just walked in a mall with a new fit
She just wanted to be seen, she ain't buy shit
I be stepping on the scene on some fly shit
Caught her looking at my watch, that's a blind wrist
Flow unheard of, had to find it
Can't talk right now, I been grinding
The homie Derek real cold with the clippers now
**** say they totin' poles, **** strippers now
Shawty told me she in love, she gon' hold me down
I ain't really tryna hear it, gotta show me now
Written by: Camauri Jackson