Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
dexelz
Vocals
Solo-X
Programming
Zyad
Programming
luc1us
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hezekiel Buckhalter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dexelz
Mastering Engineer
Solo-X
Co-Producer
Zyad
Co-Producer
luc1us
Producer
Lyrics
(Go)
I'm tryna tote that stick, hit a bitch with a gen-gen-gen (Yeah)
I'm tryna hit your bitch, leave my nut on her chin-chin-chin
I smoke runtz 'til a **** feel dead
I sleep plush I don't get bed head (Woah)
I smoke dope-dope, bitch
Give me your throat-throat
No you can't drive this boat, no
Hoe, go away
No, go away (Go)
Go away (Go)
Go away (Go)
Go away (Go)
Go away (Woah)
I'm 'bout to stowaway (What)
This drac' make you blow away (Blow)
I got a fit at the store today
Balenciaga, got more today (Fly)
I'ma hit Rick on another day (What)
I'm 'bout to blow 'bout 100K
A hunnid on hunnid on hunnid (Okay)
I bought a safe 'cause my money keep running (Yeah)
If I get paid you know I keep thumbin'
(Go)
Spray like raid, you know we drummin'
(Go)
SVJ, you can hear me coming
(Go)
If I come late you can't tell me nothin'
(Go)
Text her late, you know we fuckin'
(Go)
Fuck your tape, won't catch me bumpin'
(Go)
What the fuck you say, tell me something (Go)
And I don't play, I get shit jumpin'
(Jump)
Hoe, go away (Go)
Go away (Go)
Go away (Go)
Go away (Go)
Go away (Go)
Go away (Woah)
I'm 'bout to stowaway (What)
This drac' make you blow away (Blow)
I got a fit at the store today
Balenciaga, got more today (Fly)
I'ma hit Rick on another day (What)
I'm 'bout to blow 'bout 100K
A hunnid on hunnid on hunnid (Okay)
I bought a safe 'cause my money keep running (Yeah)
If I get paid you know I keep thumbin'
(Go)
Spray like raid, you know we drummin'
(Go)
SVJ, you can hear me coming
(Go)
If I come late you can't tell me nothin'
(Go)
Text her late, you know we fuckin'
(Go)
Fuck your tape, won't catch me bumpin'
(Go)
What the fuck you say, tell me something (Go)
And I don't play, I get shit jumpin'
(Jump)
Huh, I tote that K, I get you gone
Givenchy, I put shit on
And my forte, a yellow bone
This bitch cray, she eat my bone
This bitch cray, she take my soul
No tint, we flip your bowl (What, what)
I ain't got no lint, I got rolls
Your pockets got lint, sell your soul
**** you ain't never been on shit, you got mold
That's why I been fuckin' on your bitch, she a hoe
Told that bitch
Play her role
Told that bitch
She gotta go
Written by: Hezekiel Buckhalter