Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Ro Ransom
Interprète
Kensei Abbot
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Noah Gale
Composition
Atilla Elçi
Composition
Stefan Gale
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ro Ransom
Ingénierie de mixage
Hiko Momoji
Production
Gilbert Benitez
Ingénierie de mixage
Peter Letros
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Ay, yeah
Bitches wanna take me home, 'cause I got floetry (Yeah)
I just can't keep track of time with all these hoes on me (Yuh)
VVS my collar bone, and now they notice me
These boys a joke to me, I'm in the hood, like I got dope on me (Woo)
[Verse 2]
They out here mixin' shit, be careful with that coca leaf (Uh)
Boy, these white girls in here racist dawg, I hope they leave (Kick 'em out)
I might just go Kelis (Yuh), I can put a ho on freeze (Yuh)
I'ma ride a slope on skis (Yuh), head like I'm floatin' on E (Brr)
Diamonds is loud in my ear (Uh), I'm 'bout to drown, I can't hear (Uh)
Tell Lady Gaga I'm ready (Uh), I need an Italian this year (I need an Italian)
[Verse 3]
My new girl Korean, body like she Caribbean
Money European (Yeah), I'm the reborn Aaliyah
My teachers told me that I wouldn't be shit
Not Ms. Rosenberg, she was on some G shit
They want that mystery, well, can you keep a secret? (Yuh)
I can see the future when my tree is lit
[Verse 4]
Bitches wanna take me home, 'cause I got floetry (Yeah)
I just can't keep track of time with all these hoes on me (Yuh)
VVS my collar bone, (Yeah) and now they notice me (Yeah)
These boys a joke to me, (Yeah) I'm in the hood, (Yeah) like I got dope on me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 5]
Cut it up (Cut it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Your bitch, she want me bad (Yuh)
I fucked it up (Yeah)
I'm gettin' lots of money now, in the cut (Ice, ice)
I got a dosage in my now, and I'm wet (And I'm wet)
I been smokin' with them fiends, dodgin' texts (Brr)
She don't call it sex no more (Yeah)
I can't be in love (In love)
Boy, you know the sun sets on everyone I touch (I touch)
I can't love you back, (No) I got hoes on deck (Oh yeah)
I put myself in a Porsche (Woo)
Smokin', I'm smokin' a torch (Torch ,woo)
I fucked up, I'm sorry
What else do you want from me? (Yeah)
My bitch love me bad, my bad, I got these hoes in bags (Yeah)
Told myself I'd leave myself inside my fuckin' bag
[Verse 6]
Bitches wanna take me home, 'cause I got floetry (Yeah)
I just can't keep track of time with all these hoes on me (Yuh)
VVS my collar bone, and now they notice me
These boys a joke to me, I'm in the hood, like I got dope on me
Written by: Atilla Elçi, Noah Gale, Stefan Gale