Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Tariq Sharrieff
Composer
Julian Bixtel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BL$$D
Producer
Cory Mo
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Julian Bixtel
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Smoking on Sherbert, yeah
Stunna frames on, Steve Urkle
Yeah, double cup, bitch I drink up
Yeah, pussy so wet she like a Squirtle
Counting all this paper like a printer
All new money, AK-47, pick your chin up
Damn diamonds dancing
Chopper get to dancing
Singing, it's romantic
Get you out your panties
Hit you with this jammy
[Verse 3]
Yeah, hit you with this Jimmy
I be smoking on this weed like I won a Grammy
All these grammies, grams on the deck
Yams on deck, J's on deck, Speck on deck
Choppin' off your neck
Please don't play with Slimeball
Shawty gon' spare nobody
Shawty don't care 'bout nobody
Feeling like fuck everybody
All of these **** they lame
Nobody, not the same
These **** not my gang
I get it while we take a **** chain
**** you win, you losing
**** we win, we don't take losses
Whole gang full of nothing but bosses
All these sucker ****, we cross 'em
Presidential weed
Nothing but gas, **** I'm coughing
Walk around big man, no coffin
**** be talking, young **** go off
Damn I cannot do no talking
These bitches, they stalking me often
Man, I feel like Steve Austin
I'm a "Stone Cold Stunner"
I'm a real road runner
Pull out them racks, and I got 'em
Came from being a fucking robber
More money, no problems
[Verse 4]
Smoking on Sherbert, yeah
Stunna frames on, Steve Urkle
Yeah, double cup, bitch I drink up
Yeah, pussy so wet she like a Squirtle
Counting all this paper like a printer
All new money, AK-47, pick your chin up
Damn diamonds dancing
Chopper get to dancing
Singing, it's romantic
Get you out your panties
Hit you with this jammy
[Verse 5]
Yeah, young **** really here
Yeah, on shell, yeah, whole lot of shells
Uh, yeah, I already told you
Yeah, pussy **** can't tell
Yeah, you **** gon' tell
Yeah, yeah, I send you to hell
[Verse 6]
Yeah, yeah, these racks on me
Yeah, yeah, big MAC on me (Big MAC)
Yeah, yeah, it's fully loaded
Yeah, your ho wanna fuck me over
Yeah, yeah, over and over, yeah
Tell your bitch bend over, yeah
Grab her head from her shoulders, yeah
I'ma fuck her like a rover, yeah
Yeah, in there
Young Nudy really been in there
Big racks, **** I got 'em
Drop 'em on your head, yeah
**** ain't havin' no problem, huh, yeah
Now they scared, yeah
Slimeball, he gettin' money, yeah
Slimeball, he got the money, yeah
Slimeball, he got the shooter, yeah (The shooters)
Slimeball, he got the robbers, yeah (The robbers)
Slimeball, he got the killers, yeah (The killers)
Yeah, ET, point at a ****, yeah
I'll go and drop me a ****, yeah
Ain't nothin' changed, but my aim
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, brrt brrt brrt
[Verse 7]
Smoking on Sherbert, yeah
Stunna frames on, Steve Urkle
Yeah, double cup, bitch I drink up
Yeah, pussy so wet she like a Squirtle
Counting all this paper like a printer
All new money, AK-47, pick your chin up
Damn diamonds dancing
Chopper get to dancing
Singing, it's romantic
Get you out your panties
Hit you with this jammy
[Verse 8]
Yeah man, hit you with this motherfuckin' jammy man, ah
Whoa, don't move boy, don't move boy
This shit ain't jammin'
Written by: Julian Bixtel, Julian Mejía, Quantavious T. Thomas, Tariq Sharrieff
