Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Mateusz Nycz
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mateusz Nycz
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Vargas
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Joseph Vargas
Production
Paroles
Yeah, okay, they sayin' that I lost it Bitch, I ain't lost shit
I just dropped a milli' on a bag, gon' fill like four clips
I can't roll my blunts, these bitches swallowin' my whole dick
Hold up, why you pocket watchin, bitch, I got some more of this
Bitch, I pull beside you in a Aventadors Camouflage my seats, be somethin' you ain't
Never seen before X after X pill, I think I'm goin' comatose
Shawty hella ratchet, I can see it through her camel toe
Yeah, we hella close to bands and the guap Do that shit for money and I pray it never stop
Made lil shawty dance like the cash up on her spot
Bitch, I got no plans, less I catch you with your mans make him drop
I make em drop
Yeah, that 40 on my hip been through a lot I told my shawty it's my birthday, but it's not
Pull up to Saks and watch me empty out their stock
Don't be like bingo, I ain't singin' little jingles
Pockets fat, these bitches mingle
I got bitches, but I'm single Give out gifts like my name Kringle
Stack these chips up like they Pringles Read your pussy ass like Kindle
I just buy that shit, it's simple Diamonds on my ear, they twinkle
Talk shit bout my gang, gone go on beast mode
All these pussies talkin' shit, straight to the feds, they go police mode
He turned Mickey Mouse, but back then used to think he my amigo
Now when I see you on the street, that little boy gon' get a heat stroke Damn
I make em drop, I make em drop
I got a hula hoop, my clip is way too hot Why you curious if you ain't know the plot
I would've told you, but it seems I just forgot, got, got, got
Bitch, my coupe like Aladdin Got my khaki's saggin, blowin' up, like Bin Laden
Fuck that bitch, she plastic, I need bitches wet like cabbage
Blitz to their address, run your pussy asses
Pop tarts in my sandwich, fuck it, I use manners Fresh new Dior badges, put bro in a casket
If he goin' bat shit, ride round with my dragon Fire up if you lackin, throw my name in brackets
I kept it by my side, hold up, bitch, I'm fried
Bitch, I don't need no oxygen, my gas is pressurized JD on the top, he caught your mans up by
Surprise
Keep that scatpack movin, that's the best I can advise
I make em drop, I make em drop
I make em drop, I make em drop I make em drop, I make em drop
I make em drop
Written by: Joseph Vargas, Mateusz Nycz