Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johrell Miley
Songwriter
Jhamar Henry
Songwriter
Jayden brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GL Rari
Producer
Testi
Inside, inside, uh Inside, inside, uh
Inside, uh Inside, inside, uh
Inside, uh, whoa
Yeah, ee-nee-mee-nee this one
You gon' have to pick one
Which one
This one That one
Pick one, ****
Yeah, Bezzy make your wrist jump Make you bounce with this one
Which one
That one This one
Pick one, ****
Yeah, is you stupid, chick dumb Pull some shit, now chick done
I got problems, big ones Small zeroes turn big ones
Bet your bitch like this one I'm a Times Square boy turn big time
Then I can't lose speed, not this month Road wage, middle fingers throw big ones
Yeah, count them all with big thumb I don't know like which one
I don't know, so pick somthing Take my time, no quick ones
Y'all **** stuck like quicksand **** throw fits like big ones
Like big kids, like big hoes You know I ain't talking about thick ones
Yeah, ee-nee-mee-nee this one You gon' have to pick one
Which one
This one That one
Pick one, ****
Yeah, Bezzy make your wrist jump Make you bounce with this one
Which one
That one This one
Pick one, you know
Yeah, I'm not in no party Money moves, it got me
On-go mode, no stopping But I got plenty options
My drink got plenty toxins My babies milk me copping
My pistol in my boxers And I'm not scared to pop it
This hot shit, we dropping Got my wifey shopping
On the planes, we hopping Who knew we'd get popping
I knew that we'd be winning, winning I just made a new concoction, damn
Shake the whole world up, drop it, damn **** can't fuck with us, you know
Yeah, ee-nee-nee-nee this one You gon' have to pick one
Which one
This one That one
Pick one, you know
Yeah, Bezzy make your wrist jump Make you bounce with this one
Hell yeah, Bezel, **** know how I get I don't like advice, bitch, I know how to live
Kill any rapper, yeah, you know that I'm sick Me and Bezel back-to-back in this bitch
Tryna take a platinum plaque out the T.O. Then bring a platinum plaque to NY
I don't got a ballin' chain or a P.O. I got the hoes, you know they ain't shy
Double my check and double my soldiers I need the belt like Kanye, I need a HOVA
Badass bitch, she fuck me like Doja Cat little tight, but still had to soak her
Whoa, give me any minute and I'm on Many men in many competition, where's your **** going
And he probably got a problem, you can put him against me
Gunners on my lap, I'ma pull til its empty
Written by: Jayden brown, Jhamar Henry, Johrell Miley
