क्रेडिट्स
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Lucas
Songwriter
गाने
Yea
Ugh
(Hol up)
Bitch cross me I’m lookin it both ways
Beat like crack we cookin' like cocaine
Fire in the booth
Lil **** like propane
Bitch head crazy, the brain insane
Quarantine flow, the mask like Bane
Used to ride the bench
They putting me in the game
Left right wrist, I need me a plain Jane
Member long nights
Remember the long pain
Gotta bitch slam dunk like Juwanna Man
White bitch, Fat ass in my other hand
Heard she fucking with my other other other mans
Gotta drop another tape, make a couple bands
And my Ex bitch left me
Finna hit her bestie
Too cold hearted in this bitch like a Icey
I know the reason these **** don’t like me
Spittin' this shit, know these **** gon' bite me
Ok, **** get cake
World black and white with a lil bit of gray
Bitch I ball so hard 2k
**** they fraud
On God
These days
And I got the pen finna write it on the page
Hop on the stage, **** lookin at me
Gotta stay strap with the .9, AK
**** wan' play we gon' hit him in the face
Baltimore **** really tryna be great
Still a young **** so I gotta be tame
Chasing my dream but they tell a **** wait
But it’s so hard
On God, rey take
Diamond bling blow know the diamond ice tray
Gotta baddie on her way
Want the kids on her face
Comin from the gutter **** better make space
Goin to the top, **** better make way
(Hol up)
**** I get it
Grinding so hard that my fingers be itching
Up every night I be spitting these writtens
Demon my time, Screaming fuck all dee bitches
I try to tell em
But nobody listens
Been in the kitchen, I really be wippin'
Cookin shit up like I’m all in the kitchen
Diamond my teeth
And my pendant it glisten
Demon my time, screaming fuck all dee bitches
Written by: Benjamin Lucas