Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Luci4
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
James Dear
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
SYNERGY
Production
Paroles
Ayy, ayy, uh, uh, uh
Uh, don't need to fucking hush, shit is bad
They my sons, but I'm not these niggas dad
Nigga's a fan, postin' sauce, throwin' jabs
Niggas keep tryna be funny, I ain't laugh
Niggas keep trying get to me, I ain't mad (I ain't mad)
When they stay up on my dick, niggas fags
Finna load up this account, get a bag (I'm gettin' paid)
Finna run up on yo' hoes, I need that
Niggas fuckin' bitch, man
Nigga you a bitch, man
Police to my homie, oh, you caught the wrong man
Law little bitch, man, lay your money, clickbait
Caressing your bitch man, shawty on my dick, man
Nigga keep my wristgame, ayy, niggas got no shit, man, uh
That shit is a down shame, niggas fuckin' down, man
I'ont take no downgrades, niggas know my downrange
Tryna play the play game, I'ma up it's way, ayy
Uh, don't need to fucking hush, shit is bad
They my sons, but I'm not these niggas dad
Nigga's a fan, postin' sauce, throwin' jabs
Niggas keep tryna be funny, I ain't laugh
Niggas keep trying get to me, I ain't mad (I ain't mad)
When they stay up on my dick, niggas fags
Finna load up this account, get a bag (I'm gettin' paid)
Finna run up on yo' hoes, I need that
Shit is lame, all you shoulda change
Why the fuck these fuck niggas keep playin' wit' my name?
Uh, I just fucked your bitch, that shit is insane
You can never take my spot, nigga you a lame
Take the alcoholic quiz, nigga gay
Life is hard, I just struck through the pain
I can't lie, I'ma grip for the fame
Luggage's hot, but I'm not Lil Wayne
Take the alcoholic quiz, nigga gay
Life is hard, I just struck through the pain
I can't lie, I'ma grip for the fame
Luggage's hot, but I'm not Lil Wayne
Take the alcoholic quiz, nigga gay
Life is hard, I just struck through the pain
I can't lie, I'ma grip for the fame
Luggage's hot, but I'm not Lil Wayne
Writer(s): James Dear
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