Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tylin Suggs
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tylin Suggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tylin Suggs
Engineer
Letras
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In the spot
We having strong some like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Had to cut my mans off
It kind of hurt me
He been a hater
She eating dick in the parking lot
Broad daylight
Told her save some for later
I had hoes when I was on zero
I been her type before the paper
Out at the club with fine shit
But I send lemon drop to another table
Everything I'm doing today
This for all the times
That I wasn't able
At my cougar house
I brought my fire stick
But she got cable
Say she good on her own
Can't no **** ever slave her
In reality
She highkey burnt
Ain't no **** gone ever slay her
These **** be squirrels
The way they holding nuts
That shit there don't be player
She say she ain't got a wax or nun
Why you pullup unprepared?
I'm trying to fuck
She climbing the mountain
No harness
She letting me know that she want it
So many of these **** get fronted
Turnt to a rat
I'm disappointed
Get close
I'm a blow it no warning
These **** be vegetables
Corny
Foreign too loud in the morning
I don't care what the neighbors say
I earned this shit
Off top
Know what it is
Trying to show off my skills
Get burnt in this bitch
I don't know why she drop salt on the kid
Lil' hoe know I done kilt that shit
Conversating with AOH
He say just be patient
Watch how I come through that bitch
I don't feel nun
They say I'm on
I'm trying to see how big I get
They can't stop me
I'm on a roll
I'm trying to see how many I get
Let a **** play with the gang
Then it's over
I'm trying to see how many I hit
Better tell a ****
Duck they taco
Mafioso
Send a blitz
I'm getting off dog
I got on Seven
I'm quick to break me a sack like Vick
They know what I'm on
When it come to this rapping shit
Need to act like they know what it is
Me & bro still good at this trapping shit
They gone for they hit the crib
They need to get this shit on film
These **** probably won't believe this shit
I can show you how to turn a five to a 10
You'll probably believe me then
They run off with swag
Ain't even acknowledge me
Can't believe these ****
New whip
Paper tag
Put this bitch in track
Then leave a ****
These **** going out sad
Trim bout a bitch I had
Can't be these ****
These **** flat living in the past
I done shot right past a ****
I don't even blame you ****
I know I'm the cheat code
For all this shit
All this swag shit
I got mad riches
All these bad bitches
60 days straight
Having too much spill
Lil' bitch went ludacris
Knew that they was gone bite
Ain't no surprise
I swear I ain't new to this
Lil' one say she miss me
I tell her show me
She send them nudes in
Tried to tell em
I'm a genius
I'm having minions
I'm on my Gru shit
I'm so wavy sitting at the top of the current
Feel like a cruise ship
I'm the Capt
Direct the movement
I went deep sea diving
Inside her pussy
Shit got too oozing
Can't come to the spot
But I'm trying to fuck
Let's get a room then
In this California king
I'm smoking this weed
Inside this BNB
I done watched my cousin
Wipe a sixty off a PNC
Really miss my eater
She a do whatever she say
Just to get me geek
Trillionaire Garments got me here
No I can't trade this shit
I'm MVP
Swear I been that **** my whole life
Can't no **** delete my streak
Whole crew full of Can't Be Fuck Withs
Bitch I feel like Dominique
Written by: Tylin Suggs