Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maika Million
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maika Million
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJBASSKIDS
Producer
Lirik
Like, Aye, Aye
You summertime fine
Take a toast with me, Take a shot, Bitch, Pour a line
Yea it's sun dress season, Tryna beat her from behind
She done made that **** hate me from all that vibin' to my rhymes
Like, Aye, Aye
You summertime fine
Take a toast with me, Take a shot, Bitch, Pour a line
Yea it's sun dress season, Tryna beat her from behind
She done made that **** hate me from all that vibin' to my rhymes
Yeah, I know the bitch bad, But I can make the bitch badder
Do you Like my personality, Or let me fuck cause I'm a rapper
I'll step on them ****, Fuck with killers and the Trappers
It's like God only send me pretty hoes with big baggers
Yeah, I pop game at her with these words, I'm a master
It's Like I'm always preachin' to them with these words, I'm a pastor
I been tryna change my life, It's like they want me up in jail
It's like they always see me winnin, They don't know about them fails
I been stickin' to the script, Tryna make another sale
I lost my brothers to the streets, Tryna make it out this hell
Bitch, Avenue, Don't give a fuck about your attitude
Am I weird for pourin' fours a wok when I'm mad at you
I got my GV on, Gettin' Top while I mash the coupe
It's LVs up on my feet when I'm steppin' thru
Aye,Aye
I'm iced out, Baby
I pour drink, Get money, Slide cedes
I ain't heard him talk at all ever since my brother faced em
Make my bitch tote big chop, She don't fuck with maces
She ain't been fuckin' with the Jordans, Say she only rockin' Asics
The bitch mad, Cause I don't answer the phone
Feel like Basskids, Yeah, I boss the bitch up, Made her badder
She's some fine shit, We in Miami for her butt
I know he miss you, But you my bitch
Cut the lights off, You see the ice glisten
40k up in my jeans, I might walk with a light limb
I don't want the butter steak bites, I want the garlic shrimp
I know if I can't knock the bitch, Then my brother can
Like, Aye, Aye
You summertime fine
Take a toast with me, Take a shot
Bitch pour a line, Yeah it's sun dress season
Tryna beat her from behind, She done made that **** hate me
From all that vibin' to my rhymes
Yeah, I know the bitch bad, But I can make the bitch badder
Do you Like my personality, Or let me fuck cause I'm a rapper
I'll step on them ****, Fuck with killers and the trappers
It's like God only send me pretty hoes with big baggers
Yeah, I pop game at her with these words Ima master
It's Like I'm always preachin' to them with these words, I'm a pastor
Bass kids, Answer your motherfuckin' phone, ****
Written by: Maika Million
