ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
Rision
Rision
Programming
Dulio
Dulio
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Jurado
Robert Jurado
Songwriter
Abdul Moiz
Abdul Moiz
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rision
Rision
Producer
Dulio
Dulio
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Engineer

歌詞

(Your thotty gon' give me that brain) Yeah, ya, yeah Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two stepping (ooh), ball on everyone (hey, ayy) Went and got a bag, I ran it up (ooh), then flipped off everyone (ooh) I just got these racks, I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or sum' (what?) Shooter ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone (bang) Every time I didn't give a shit, I still went number one (one) And my pockets filled with money, bitch they fuckin' shmunked Yeah, I just pulled up out of Paris, then hit Saint Laurent (West) We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (lil' bum) No, you not been smoking no gas, you not smoking no Runtz (oh) I ain't never gon' tell you twice, only gon' tell you once Rollin', I'm just rollin' (hey), I'm just rollin' up this Molly (ooh) Rollin', I'm just rollin' (ooh), I'm just rollin' in the big body (yeah) Rollin', I'm just rollin', bought a Motorola for my yola I was sellin' (yeah) I heard what you was tellin' (what?) We heard you was a snitch, can't rock with us, we some felons (what?) Yeah, everything I do be goin' viral (viral) My fans just like a cult, they read my bible (bible) Bitch, you think you really rich? You just been lied to (been lied to) Wow (hey), I'm just swerving out the Coupe, just hit up the block (ooh) Yeah (ayy-ayy-ayy), fuckin' on my thot, made her ship the Wock' (ooh) Yeah (ayy-ayy-ayy), she suckin' on my cock, she do that a lot (ooh) Yeah, I can't fuck with you at all Where my Tes'? I just wanna ball, yeah I just wanna flex, but I'm not gon' crawl, yeah A thief in the night, bitch, that pussy gon' call, yeah Even though you is a hater, you still at my show, yeah Pulled out my shit on her back, then I bust on her shit, yeah, then I told her to go Yeah, I don't be fuckin' with nobody, they just be sniffin' that shit like it's snow They sniffin' that shit like a globe, FN my finger, that bitch like a pole Yeah, I'm 'bout to blow, time for me to go up, I'm 'bout to explode (yeah) I'm 'bout to expose you (yeah), Osama bin Laden my bro No, I can't wife me a ho Chill with my brother, my twizz, my bro Big body stizz, or the Benz, or the big body Lamb', boy, that bitch 'bout to- (brr), yeah I just pulled up like a Yankee in London, might shank you, the bitch 'bout to- (brr), yeah I'm 'bout to slice you, I'm 'bout to dice you, it's not nice, yeah Put you inside of a bag, then fill it with rice, sittin' at the lights I just went to double my money, then I fucked it up again, made it go thrice Yeah, I don't even rock with nobody at all, so stop calling my phone, no advice All of my diamonds, they smackin' the shit out of you like the motherfuckin' lights All of y'all really been buggin' me, yeah, like some motherfuckin' ice Me and my twizzy's insane, we are not nice Your thotty gon' give me that brain, she suck it all night (Your thotty gon' give me that brain) Yeah, ya, yeah Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two stepping (ooh), ball on everyone (hey, ayy) Went and got a bag, I ran it up (ooh), then flipped off everyone (ooh) I just got these racks, I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or sum' (what?) Shooter ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone (bang) Every time I didn't give a shit, I still went number one (one) And my pockets filled with money, bitch they fuckin' shmunked Yeah, I just pulled up out of Paris, then hit Saint Laurent (West) We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (lil' bum) No, you not been smoking no gas, you not smoking no Runtz (oh) I ain't never gon' tell you twice, only gon' tell you once Rollin', I'm just rollin' (hey), I'm just rollin' up this Molly (ooh) Rollin', I'm just rollin' (ooh), I'm just rollin' in the big body (yeah) Rollin', I'm just rollin', bought a Motorola for my yola I was sellin' (yeah) I heard what you was tellin' (what?) We heard you was a snitch, can't rock with us, we some felons (what?), yeah
Writer(s): Divjot Abhol Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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