Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dexter Mayo
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dexter Mayo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Olly
Producer
Lyrics
Mad cause I can do it, you can't
Run a bag up, Usain
Pulled up, black Bruce Wayne
Hella pretty hoes off D'ussé
Hella pretty hoes off D'ussé
Hella pretty hoes off
Fuck patient, I'm tired of waiting
Say he want my soul and I already know so I'm really getting tired of satan
Fuck arguing I ain't debating
When she try it, I tell her to save it
Fuck beefing and fuck allat hating
Fuck tweeting, just come get up wit me
I ain't even from Jax but off of dis rap shit, I could run the whole city
Do sum drugs and get geeked in the bity
Ok, now we really too litty
If you wit me, against me, I'm winning
Yeah
My souls been broken
And somehow ain't nobody round me notice
I think it's time to change my focus
But this music shit the only thing that's holding
Yeah
Mad cause I can do it, you can't
Ran a bag up, Usain
Pulled up, black Bruce Wayne
Hella pretty hoes off D'ussé
Hella pretty hoes off D'ussé
Hella pretty hoes off D'ussé
Mad cause I can do it, you can't
Ran a bag up, Usain
Pulled up, black Bruce Wayne
Hella pretty hoes off D'ussé
Hella pretty hoes off D'ussé
Hella pretty
Written by: Dexter Mayo
