Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Raq baby
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Brian Bedford
Autoría
Alexabier Maxwell
Autoría
Kyle Mateo Green
Autoría
Carlos Herrejon
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
AceLex
Producción
Tayo
Producción
KeyMajorBeatz
Producción
Joseph Donahue
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Intro]
(AceLex got a fool one)
Yeah
It's all me, ****
Yeah, yeah, mm
[Verse 1]
I don't be 'round goofy ****, I be with them steppers
Spin on me, commit a sin, tryna meet the devil
Like the stove too hot, blew metal
I worked hard to get verified, I don't need no blue medal
I really don't like it here, the world is full of dick riders
Never know who your rival
Lil' bro been spinnin', but I know he tired
Want my attention, gotta get a lil' higher
We get mad, you go missin', we the goodbyers
[Chorus]
Bought an SRT before I knew how to drive it, huh
Oh, you caught that body? Who the fuck you lyin' to?
****, I know that body, don't worry 'bout who I'm signed to
Get to tellin' lies, shit not private, ****, that's why I gotta remind you
Know we spill somethin', need a napkin
See an opp out and we clap him, huh
I shoot like my daddy, every drill mark got a tally, huh
All I hang with savages, huh
Certified party poopers, fuck your shit, damage it
[Verse 2]
My bitch had caught me cheatin' again, told her I don't know who Candy is
Know she wanna fuck, put this shit in the wind, baby, just pull down your panties then
Don't bully me, I wasn't no regular kid, young **** always had a Gen
Said he got some pape', let me see that shit, ****, show me what you be havin' then
And it's still more sadness
Opp think it's too sweet, we don't got no more passes
Don't think it's over with, we puttin' belt to more asses
Drop your son off while he dead, we DoorDashing
DB and Threat caught a case, ain't no more Aspirin
But that's past tense
That shit ain't us no more, we stole when we ain't have shit
No need for ice, diamonds too cold, put on a bad wrist
Can't stop them bodies, I still see maggots
More caskets, more ashes
[Chorus]
Bought an SRT before I knew how to drive it, huh
Oh, you caught that body? Who the fuck you lyin' to?
****, I know that body, don't worry 'bout who I'm signed to
Get to tellin' lies, shit not private, ****, that's why I gotta remind you
Know we spill somethin', need a napkin
See an opp out and we clap him, huh
I shoot like my daddy, every drill mark got a tally, huh
All I hang with savages, huh
Certified party poopers, fuck your shit, damage it
Written by: Alexabier Maxwell, Brian Bedford, Carlos Herrejon, Kyle Mateo Green
