Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Henry Hunter IV
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Henry Hunter IV
Songwriter
Randy Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Randy Jones
Producer
Lyrics
All this shit radical, off my sabbatical With some G-**** with attitude
I got a stack, I got a ball I feel like LeVar, give me gratitude
I ain't tricking, this is gratitude In the kitchen like I'm Ratatouille
Know it's cooking up the cold peppers I'ma mosh that bitch, just pass it to me
The plug, ship it in, pass it to me That's a touchdown on a rush now
Amigo Rice in the package, tight scene I'm with the white reverse sundown
I've been trying to put the gun down It feel like trying to pull the sun down
Zay Black beat down the temp Caught another Tarzan on the run now
Rad shit, huh, rad, rad, rad shit, yeah I feel like Nova the Natural, huh, okay
Breaking down guards with my thumbs Coke on the gums, got them numb
Still popping them pills to my song And she's gon' pop that pussy
I can tell you a pro, no rookie OG in this bitch like Tookie
No diabetics, sugar-free Is you buying or selling that cookie
I can't window shop, no looking If we lock eyes, then she tooking
We hit hoes in the hotel rooms Don't say my name, just book in
Backstrokes while homegirl looking, huh Eat this dick while she cooking a meal
She show me her worth if she looking to build Fuck building a bitch, get back in the field
Blood throwing up bricks and I'm back in the gym
Throwing away, you know that I'm him Come to your place and invade it like Zim
Big fundamental, I'm dunking like Tim Smooth as a dolphin to dunk with a fin
Spoke about her man, she slept with a grin She love big surfing, say she a fan
Can you sing it again, sing it again? Say we so high and when we gon' land
Ski up on upper, she popping them Xans Just bleeding them feet like she making a band
In my city, no pity, I won't take the stand
Huh, if I said it, I meant it I stand on it, real GTA shit, yeah
If you ever catch me lying, let me know, huh
I, I love that the drugs make you think of me Because I know the feeling, yeah
I know just what you're feeling, huh, huh, yeah
And we'll, we'll ride to the sunset in ecstasy We walking on the ceiling, yeah
We walking on the ceiling
Written by: James Henry Hunter IV, Randy Jones