Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dirty clips on everything, up this Curry then I shoot
Luh Tyler only seventeen, drinking 1942
Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm a real trap ****, baby, I'm so used to ballin'
Catch me hoppin' out that what's-ha-name, smokin' on whatchamacallit
Neck and wrist, it come from Johnny Dang, I'm wet up like a faucet
Like a dentist, I be flossin', stuffin' racks off in my closet
[Chorus]
Stuffin' racks off in my closet, chasin' racks, bitch, I'm exhausted
He want a fee, just know it's costin'
Go throw a pack, lil bro 'n 'em Moss it
Boy, you ain't tryna get no cake, man, I swear these **** lost it
My bitches mean, oh yeah, they bossy
Racks in my jeans, bitch, I be saucin'
[Verse 2]
Ain't no discussion, do no cuffin'
Flip a hoe, then Tyler toss 'em
Bullets drummin' like percussion
Opps play dead just like a possum
You know we strapped up in the field
Just like a stripper, up them poles
Shit, I buss that F&N or my Baby Draco
[Verse 3]
Yeah, make yo' face go
Bullets hot, they Fuego
I wake up and chase dough
You wake up and chase hoes
You talking 'bout bands, I make those
They be tryna take my flow
They drop them bands, we hit the road
Yeah, rock out at my shows
Yeah, pop out with that dope, ****, racks in my jeans
Took a **** bitch, he sick, like he ain't take the vaccine
No, I ain't know about these jits, but we gon' bring that bag in
I got like 20 stuffed up in my jeans, that's why I'm saggin'
[Verse 4]
Matte black Lambo filled with ammo, this is not a fuckin' rental
We tote cuttas like some scissors
Draw down with lead like a pencil
Infra-red to his head, pop a pussy like a menstrual
Gimme head, spread them legs, beat that pussy, instrumental
Dirty clips on everythin', up this Curry then I shoot
Luh Tyler only seventeen, drinkin' 1942
Good thot hoes suck and fuck the gang, told that bitch to chew the crew
Persona money what I bang, show you what that money do
[Chorus]
I'm a real trap ****, baby, I'm so used to ballin'
Catch me hoppin' out that what's-ha-name, smokin' on whatchamacallit
Neck and wrist, it come from Johnny Dang, I'm wet up like a faucet
Like a dentist, I be flossin', stuffin' racks off in my closet
[Chorus]
Stuffin' racks off in my closet, chasin' racks, bitch, I'm exhausted
He want a fee, just know it's costin'
Go throw a pack, lil bro 'n 'em Moss it
Boy, you ain't tryna get no cake, man I swear these **** lost it
My bitches mean, oh yeah, they bossy
Racks in my jeans, bitch, I be saucin'
[Outro]
Infra-red to his head, pop a pussy like a menstrual
Gimme head, spread them legs, beat that pussy, instrumental
Dirty clips on everythin', up this Curry then I shoot
Luh Tyler only seventeen, drinking 1942
[Outro]
They drop them bands, we hit the road
Yeah, rock out at my shows
Yeah, pop out with that dope ****, racks in my jeans
Took a **** bitch, he sick, like he ain't take the vaccine
No, I ain't know about these jits, but we gon' bring that bag in
Written by: Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Ruben Dario Sosa Jr, Tyler Meeks, cameron pitts
