Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
nasir
nasir
Canto
Uponamillion
Uponamillion
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jake Meiser
Jake Meiser
Autoría
Jeff Covington Jr
Jeff Covington Jr
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Speedy
Speedy
Producción

Letra

Yeah
My pants can't fit a gun
My bitch taste Michelin
My life like cinnamon
It's Super Sprazy
**** sing my theme song, Dun-Un-Un
My fit like 1 of 1
Kick shit like Solomon
Can't play with ****
It's crazy too, I ain't competitive
I gotta keep a dub, I move like Roger Federer
Got **** in the booth like tryna run for senator
No I can't link i'm setting up
And once I speak she wet as fuck
So what you think like
What does you want homie
I be spraying Saint Laurent homie
Yark the charger in the front homie
Mason Dixon we above homie
I know Sprazy, Yeah he sucks homie
Don't let me see you in the cut homie
Genny-Pubby on the shirt homie
I'm just tryna get a nut mommy
I'm just tryna get another gold
Jesse Owens, I be running shit
Serving fiends, he a cunt with it
Closet branded like a publicist
My one homie don't come out
He be acting like a butt with it
**** can't see wassup with it
Shawty booty brought the dump with it
I GOT ONE OF (yeah)
SHAWTY WANNA (yeah)
WHO THE FUCK YOU (know)
I BEEN HIGH OFF (YEAH)
WE BEEN DYING (YEAH)
IF YOU GOT A (YEAH)
GET YO HANDS OFF (BITCH)
MOVE THE HELL ON (YEAH)
I GOT ONE OF (yeah)
SHAWTY WANNA (yeah)
WHO THE FUCK YOU (know)
I BEEN HIGH OFF (YEAH)
WE BEEN DYING (YEAH)
IF YOU GOT A (YEAH)
GET YO HANDS OFF (BITCH)
MOVE THE HELL ON (YEAH)
Shawty acting fussy
I think that she wants me
Think I need arc'teryx
'Cause that bitch got a nose bleed
They hop in the front seat
We make humpty dumpty's
Please don't bring that boy round
'Cause he be out here musty
Take him to the east side
Got them screaming
"Damn he fly
Damn he fly
Damn he fly
Damn he fly
Damn he fly
Damn he fly"
Got chains and whips lil nig' we selling hang time
**** love me off my name they heard it through the grapevine like
"Damn he fly"
My penny pretty, lil' sidity arm
You gon' hate me
False rhyming **** know I don't relate it
Every time I hit the motherfucking base
**** know I take it personal
The time where I wasn't tryna be a star
Had em coming far less original
Got the bread and butter and the rest is coming
I'm a mess I know it, but the extra moments take in less emotions
Fucking pesto wallet, wearing denim buckets
Take it **** fuck it, golden mythic watches
Stussy denim pockets, ashy yeezy arches
Skin the shade of coffee, really got it honest, I'm a fucking ****
I'm the kind they wanted, I'm a disappointment, I'm a beast I know it
And your bitch is going, I can die a martyr, man my shit is harder
I GOT ONE OF (yeah)
SHAWTY WANNA (yeah)
(Like way harder than all y'all **** shit)
WHO THE FUCK YOU (know)
I BEEN HIGH OFF (YEAH)
WE BEEN DYING (YEAH)
IF YOU GOT A (YEAH)
GET YO HANDS OFF (BITCH)
MOVE THE HELL ON (YEAH)
I GOT ONE OF (yeah)
SHAWTY WANNA (yeah)
WHO THE FUCK YOU (know)
I BEEN HIGH OFF (YEAH)
WE BEEN DYING (YEAH)
IF YOU GOT A (YEAH)
GET YO HANDS OFF (BITCH)
MOVE THE HELL ON (YEAH)
Written by: Jake Meiser, Jeff Covington Jr
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