Vídeo musical
Vídeo musical
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bernard Jabs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stanley Flanders Jr.
Composer
Anthony Trujillo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernard Jabs
Recording Engineer
Antreeo
Producer
Chris King
Mixing Engineer
Kenny Mixx
Mastering Engineer
Letras
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah, yeah, wait
[Verse 2]
These **** fake and they flauntin', I'm tellin' ya
They come and go and be flakey like eczema
Went and got money, not broke like the rest of them
Shawty trippin', put no pussy on pedestal
Shawty trippin', but I think she on medicine
I don't want her, but ain't no way of tellin' her
Boutta kill a man, ain't no way of tellin' him
Dig a hole so it ain't no way of smellin' him
[Verse 3]
Yeah, and if we in the building, you know that it's live
She give me the head and I give her high-five
I call up the troops and I call up the slimes
You know that they with it, bitch, wrong 'cause they ride
If you doin' talkin', we cut off your tongue
I need me one more bitch, I just can't have one
You do too much runnin', ain't nowhere to hide
We told you pull up, you ain't even come outside
[Verse 4]
Ay, ah, ah
Might buy a ghost, make that ho come alive
Two-seater, bitch, your friend can't come inside
I bought two rings, I gave one to my pops
I make a mill' and give half to my moms, yeah
We want it all, we ain't cuttin' no ties
If I feel a way, I can't let that shit slide
She went through my phone and wasn't shit she could find
I grabbed that shit back, told her I'm billin' the time
[Verse 5]
Yeah, uh, wait
My new bitch hair the same color as Fanta
Her name Dina, call her Dirty Diana
Her friend Tina, I heard Tina a dancer
They both got Nina's, it ain't nothin' they can't handle
They wish a **** would done blow out the candles
That **** wish he could, he readin' the manual
These **** act is cappin', L. Jackson Samuel
Hear anything that they tellin' you 'cause
[Verse 6]
These **** fake and they flauntin', I'm tellin' ya
They come and go, and be flakey like eczema
Went and got money, not broke like the rest of them
Shawty trippin', put no pussy on pedestal
Shawty trippin', but I think she on medicine
I don't want her, but ain't no way of tellin' her
Boutta kill a man, ain't no way of tellin' him
Dig a hole so it ain't no way of smellin' him
[Verse 7]
Yeah, and if we in the building, you know that it's live
She give me the head and I give her high-five
I call up the troops and I call up the slimes
You know that they with it, bitch, wrong 'cause they ride
If you doin' talkin', we cut off your tongue
I need me one more bitch, I just can't have one
You do too much runnin', ain't nowhere to hide
We told you pull up, you ain't even come outside
Written by: Anthony Trujillo, Stanley Flanders Jr.
