Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TaTa
Vocals
Kyle Richh
Vocals
Jaleesa Minter
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TaTa
Composer
Trey Avery Paterson
Composer
Kion Monsanto
Composer
Kyle Henry Richardson
Lyrics
Zaire Tasean Rivera
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Lerone "Gxldie" Lee
Recording Engineer
Clark Reichard Babbitt
Recording Engineer
BVNDO
Producer
Lyrics
Grrah
I'm off the lean and some percs
Like damn, shawty a flirt
She be ready no matter the time
We gon' go to the back
I'ma lift up her skirt
In the stu' and I'm posted wit' Drew
Double M ****, I'm wit' the flews
And this bitch told me that she in love
Not just wit' me, she in love with the crew
Cartier frames, I'ma shoot through the lense
I'm a demon
His block, we bend
Up to heaven is where he get sent
Like shit get sticky, I pass it to Trend
On the beat, **** know I'ma tweak
Like damn, shawty a 'neak
Like damn, shawty a freak
I'm tryna see what she do in them sheets
Like I'm tryna see what she do in the bed
EBK **** heard what I said
And Brodie might slide, like sled
No outside clothes on my bed, bitch
Don't wanna fuck
I want head, bitch
Aim at his head, bitch
Make sure he dead
These **** know Mr. Everything dead
Damn, damn
Off the drugs, I be gettin' a rush
On my way to the top in a rush
And she tryna have a conversation
I don't wanna talk to you
I wanna fuck
Like damn, I wanna rump
If that boy run, he gon' run outta luck
Yeah, he say he on court, but he suck
Like red beam on a gun, I'ma dump
"Why does everybody think we fucked?"
Like grrah, 'cause we did
Like, I had my dick in her ribs
Like, I put that thing on her lips
She keep tellin' everyone we fucked
I'm like, "Damn, this bitch don't get enough"
She always get me in trouble wit' bitches
Like I be tryna tell this bitch to "hush"
Like I can't fuck if that bitch is a munch
Need a baddie to tote on my gun
Fuck a title, I'm tryna have fun
Don't wanna love 'cause we still young
Too many doonies, I want one
You a thot, I can't give you my energy
But for my baby, I'm lettin' it dump
If you want me, then say it
Like we grown
Why the fuck is you playin'?
And I got a thing for you, too
But you would know if you picked up the phone
And I fell in love with your mood
Hand on her face, I'm in love with her skin tone
I know the feelings ain't dead
Like can we fuck and still be friends?
"Why does everybody think we fucked?"
Li-like damn, 'cause you makin' it hot
Come here, one more shot
Like it's a movie, party don't stop
My baby's Jamaican, I pull out her dreadlocks
I love my bitch and my red-dot
That these **** dissin' the -
Off the lean and some percs
Like damn, shawty a flirt
She be ready no matter the time
We gon' go to the back
I'ma lift up her skirt
In the stu' and I'm posted wit' Drew
Double M ****, I'm wit' the flews
And this bitch told me that she in love
Not just wit' me, she in love with the crew
Cartier frames, I'ma shoot through the lense
I'm a demon
His block, we bend
Up to heaven is where he get sent
Like shit get sticky, I pass it to Trend
On the beat, **** know I'ma tweak
Like damn, Forty a 'neak
Like damn, Forty a freak
I'm tryna see what she do in the sheets
"Why does everybody think we fucked?"
Written by: Kion Monsanto, Kyle Richh, TaTa, Trey Avery Paterson
