Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TM88
Programming
Southside
Programming
Lil Yachty
Rap
Valee
Rap
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TM88
Composer
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Wesley Glass
Composer
Miles Parks McCollum
Composer
Valee Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
Producer
Southside
Producer
Wheezy
Producer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Max Lord
Engineer
Songtexte
[Verse 1]
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
I'm somewhere with a famous skyline
My OG gas sound like an echo (Hmmm)
I treat a bitch better than PetCo (PetCo)
My two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
[Verse 2]
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell a bitch "I do"
You can't show these **** what you do
They watchin' your pocket like YouTube
I pull up in it straight, no, I don't need no tune-up
Stay down the street from where I grew up
I got a duffle, put the blue up (Put the blue up)
[Verse 3]
Two Adderalls, I got three of those in me
Been up for three days and still feel like I'm fresh up
I'm thinkin' 'bout icin' my neck up
I fuck her while she got her leg up
I fuck her like I'm on Viagra
My Vlone shirt same color ketchup
I ride 26s, you bet ya (Bet ya)
Yeah, I'm on MLK like Coretta
She suckin' me up a lil' better
I hold her hair back like a barrette
At the spot with your bitch, watchin' Borat (Yeah)
She hittin' my phone, I ignore that
[Verse 4]
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
I'm somewhere with a famous skyline
My OG gas sound like an echo (Hmmm)
I treat a bitch better than PetCo (PetCo)
My two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
[Verse 5]
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell a bitch "I do"
You can't show these **** what you do
They watchin' your pocket like YouTube
I pull up in it straight, no, I don't need no tune-up
Stay down the street from where I grew up
I got a duffle, put the blue up (I got a duffle put the blue up)
[Verse 6]
I donate big racks where I grew up
They know ain't no secret, I blew up
My bitch pussy smell like a tulip
My oldest car still ain't hit fifth grade
It's still kinda new, change the paint shade
I go get it tinted with esés
I'm in the 'Nolia eatin' beignets
This ice on my risk don't get risqué
We got us a section in Magic on Monday
The waitress know today's a tip day
She said it's her period, that's cool
I didn't wanna fuck, it's a lip day
I spent like three thousand on fragrance
I smell like the Powerball lotto
Bitch from France like biscotti and gelato
She call a tomato tom-ah-to
She still know that money's the motto
My watch cost the same as a Tahoe (Skrrt)
My merch gettin' made with Bravado
She suckin' dick, I say "Bravo"
I might just record what we do and go sell it to Bravo
I'm stuck in two hoes like a taco
Got cheese on my top like a nacho
Lil Boat
[Verse 7]
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
I'm somewhere with a famous skyline
My OG gas sound like an echo (Hmmm)
I treat a bitch better than PetCo (PetCo)
My two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
[Verse 8]
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell a bitch "I do"
You can't show these **** what you do
They watchin' your pocket like YouTube
I pull up in it straight, no, I don't need no tune-up
Stay down the street from where I grew up
I got a duffle, put the blue up (I got a duffle put the blue up)
Written by: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Joshua Luellen, Miles Parks McCollum, Valee Taylor, Wesley Glass

