Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Husser
Nate Husser
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Coco
DJ Coco
Composer
Nathaniel Huskinson
Nathaniel Huskinson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Coco
DJ Coco
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Ayy, look Ay, I'm toxic, I'm petty, I fuck her, forget it She already wet, but my look made her wetter The fit is real leather, my niggas equipped with the metal 'Cause these niggas wan' get me set up Fuck with me, get hit up I fuck up a bag, but it don't fuck my head up I lock in, I get up I take her develop, I touch it, it's better A touch of that ghetto, 4g's of gelatto I'm in a Gallardo, I'm bumpin' Movado She got a stallion, I got a saddle She let me spit in her mouth and she swallow Suck me like I might not be here tomorrow That bitch, she ain't mine, it's just my turn to borrow But soon as I leave she fall for me like autumn I just let her fall on my face with that bottom And she gonna pick up that phone if I call her Bitch, yeah Bitch, yeah Bitch, yeah Bitch, yeah Bape on a plane, Gucci snakes on a plane Spent eight on bling for the hate on my name Brought cake on the plane, I'm baked on the plane Thirty-thousand feet up from the hate on a plane Diamonds in my watch, diamonds in my earring What you think I'm dressing plain 'cause I'm on a plane Got bae on the plane and the bae don't complain When you this high up, you away from the rain I'm here for me, not nobody else 'Cause they taking care of they own body So I got me, only I stop me Call my own shots, and I'm uppin' the shotty Get to the money, fuck the shawty Only run from the federally Y'all already know 'bout where I be I'm from the dark but I'm shinning Yeah, I felt like a milli when I had a thousand Couldn't give a single what they think about me All that I'm thinking about is what I'm counting Yeah Fuck her, I'm grabbing her neck We're poppin' off but I ain't blow yet Ice and cream but ain't sorbet Free them boys, gotta call collect Pussy hole, I saw your little threat Y'all's outside, now you comin' out less Okay, say less Bape on a plane, Gucci snakes on a plane Spent eight on bling for the hate on my name Brought cake on the plane, I'm baked on the plane Thirty-thousand feet up from the hate on a plane Diamonds in my watch, diamonds in my earring What you think I'm dressing plain 'cause I'm on a plane Got bae on the plane and the bae don't complain When you this high up, you away from the rain
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