Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler Barefield
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Barefield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SqweekontheBeat
Producer
Lirik
Where my down-bottom women at
Uptown women getting money, that's a bet
Eastside women steady running up a check
On the Westside women got bread on deck
Running numbers up, that'll make em mad
Roadblock up in your spot and I'm about to crash
Tell these stupid ninjas meet me after class
We ain't passed, you don't even have to ask
I'm in the mix like I ain't never left
On the phone I see a text like where the homies at
People out here trolling, if you owe me then show me respect
Funny cause shawty think she know me, we ain't never met
I'm outside, I heard your boy got a curfew
I know why none of my partners wanna front you
****, we know that you a rat in the hood
Actin scared when we see you in the back of the club
Not a stain on me freight train tuck
With a lot of flame, make em understand they don't get the drift
Don't Wanna hear nobody grovel when I flip the script
My music is like a written novel of the realest shit
Y'all be throwing that word Goat around too much
Like I don't roll around in the city we all grew up
Talk among yourselves, you ain't selling off the shelves
Man these clowns say they number one, but I'm already two up
Talk that shit right now
Bump that tell a bitch, sit back down
Please don't make me pop my trunk and
Dip, dip, dip, I'll skate cross town
I'm outside, I heard your boy got a curfew
I know why none of my partners wanna front you
We go live it don't stop on a weekend
I'm outside, it's from the AM to the PM Yeah
Where you suckers at, I'm sitting too high
Counting every day, getting guwop
Smoke a pig, we in Honolulu, it's a lu au
Don't forget, this a new jam, this a doo-wop
So for real, make it candy rain when she flew out
Running man, finna go to town fore I pull-out
What they say? Heard that lil' song that you played
And I laughed at it, sound like all the other ones you make
Why she steady blowing up my DM
Talking bout she broke up with a man, she don't need him
They don't understand, I'm a dog and my plan is
To send her back home once again, then repeat it
Talk that shit right now
Bump that tell a bitch, sit back down
Please don't make me pop my trunk and
Dip, dip, dip, I'll skate cross town
I'm outside, I heard your boy got a curfew
I know why none of my partners wanna front you
We go live, it don't stop on a weekend
I'm outside, it's from the AM to the PM yeah
Where my down-bottom women at
Uptown women getting money, that's a bet
Eastside women steady running up a check
On the west side, women got bread on deck
Swing, batta, batta, swing, batta, batta
Swing, batta, swing, batta, batta
Swing, batta, batta, swing, ****
Swing, batta, batta, swing, batta, batta
Swing, batta, swing, batta, batta
Swing, batta, batta, swing, ****
I'm outside, I heard your boy got a curfew
Written by: Tyler Barefield