Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Miguel Ponte Hampl
Composer
Yonata Belmonte Marín
Composer
Pablo Méndez Santamaría
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young3Three
Producer
Texty
[Intro]
We put shit in paintings, **** get cropped out, understand, understand, understand, dumbass ****
You hear them bells, a motherfucker get popped and left on they ass
That's how that shit be fadin' out, I just know it
Like, I ain't never gettin' popped, but I know motherfuckers that be fadin' in and out, 10 milli' shells burnin' the fuck out a **** (Is that Young3Three?)
[Verse 1]
If you ready to die, come tweak with the gang, gon' throw your ass right in the paintin'
Smokin' dead opps, this shit hit hard, Gervonta Davis
Uh, she talkin' 'bout she want a fully, come here, she don't know Chuckyy drive her crazy
Uh, I cashed out on a new Benz, but I got a Scat Pack, I'm an '06 baby
Uh, you know I'ma drive that crazy and the top speed on the Jailbreak one-eighty
I'm only eighteen, up three hundred plus, that's why these grown men hate me (Fuck on)
Uh, I'm fuckin' new hoes, every day, a new Rolls, that's another reason they hate me (That's nothin')
Uh, I don't even be rockin' the J, pop out fresh as fuck, these hoes can't take me (Can't take it)
Uh, I remember all we knew was kill, pop out broad day, ski mask, we bake him (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
That's the same **** talk on the 'net, now they facin' him up, gotta give him a facial (He head)
Uh, them 10 milli' shells hit hard, they bust shit open, his ass need staples (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Uh, when I was fifteen, had a Glock 23, leave his ass with a circle like bagels (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
The opps always on the 'net, we don't never respond, tryna trick me, they need savior (Need savior)
Frr, switch let off, leave his ass wet like a pond, now his dumb ass on the pavement
**** wanna be Bloodbathh, **** be skinny dippin', they bitch ass bathin' (They bathin')
Uh, when we hit ****' block, it don't look how it look on IG, shit be vacant (Like where the fuck they at?)
How I'm feelin', ain't really give a **** no passes, killin' the strip bitch naked (Damn)
Caught his ass tryna be low in the fishbowl whip, come here, where you goin'? Bro, bake him (Phew-phew-phew-phew)
I don't know about the 9s, but I love the 10, them bitches be real soul takers (Grrah, boom)
Every time I land in a different state, **** know me, I'm oh-so famous (What's up?)
Every time I slid, I ain't never got shot at, ****, I'm the one doin' the bangin' (Rrah, rrah)
These fuck **** actin' like Diddy, we ain't playin' like that, we put shit in a paintin'
[Outro]
We put shit in a paintin' for real, **** get cropped out, **** get boxed in, you know?
**** get boxed out, we do rebounds, we catch rebounds, ****, we
We do second chance points, all, everything, you know?
We comin', ayy, ayy, you know? Gang, know what I'm sayin'?
Written by: Charles Davis, Luis Miguel Ponte Hampl, Pablo Méndez Santamaría, Yonata Belmonte Marín

