クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Jr. Guadalupe O'Leary
Songwriter
Silas Vaughn Crocker
Songwriter
Samuel Moses Ofman
Songwriter
Thomas Henry de Bourbon
Songwriter
歌詞
The wood burnin' slowly the neck got me lonely I packed it so tight gave it tension
She said that she know me but she's not the only one beggin' for all of my mentions
She wanted a night she shinin' so bright like the moon but she curve like a crescent
I knew we were vibin' no fussin' no fightin' now watch I can tell that we meshin'
She knew my plan I'm a night man
I can't, be caught up in a license
Try man, you can't
Cuz I don't want no island
Just want a piece of the pie stand
Try and, you won't catch us missin'
We're on a train and the tracks got no friction
I turn on my blinders I stay on my mission
Whole squad gonna eat if it's cooked in my kitchen
It'll only take a minute to get poppin' when we get down and we get locked in
And you know we bouda run up when we come up we gon' set these speakers to knockin'
I just got a wood fired up and I'm clocked in
Finna spit the juice shoot straight to the top ten
Comin' for the lights ain't no way that we stoppin'
When my dogs pop outa the pen
The wood burnin' slowly the neck got me lonely I packed it so tight gave it tension
She said that she know me but she's not the only one beggin' for all of my mentions
She wanted a night she shinin' so bright like the moon but she curve like a crescent
I knew we were vibin' no fussin' no fightin' now watch I can tell that we meshin'
She gon' give me tip top top till her lips lock,
And we setting up a big shop get your fix
And we never need a pit stop
You can take six shots
Don't get your shit crossed, kick rocks
Money getting fat pockets look like Rick Ross
Clique bossed ever since we picked up a pen then we went and got vicious
With us you bout to get wishes made it's addictive, ain't it
Get painted, knock 'em out the frame
All these people talking soon you all gon' know my name
And the clock read game time
We could spit the same line
While I gain fame boy you stay with your brain tied
Man I can't stand lame guys
All up on their phone all alone with a stain right
In the middle of the brain
I buss up on her dimples then I grip up on the grain
It'll only take a minute to get poppin' when we get down and we get locked in
And you know we bouda run up when we come up we gon' set these speakers to knockin'
I just got a wood fired up and I'm clocked in
Finna spit the juice shoot straight to the top ten
Comin' for the lights ain't no way that we stoppin'
When my dogs pop outa the pen
The wood burnin' slowly the neck got me lonely I packed it so tight gave it tension
She said that she know me but she's not the only one beggin' for all of my mentions
She wanted a night she shinin' so bright like the moon but she curve like a crescent
I knew we were vibin' no fussin' no fightin' now watch I can tell that we meshin'
Written by: Paul Jr. Guadalupe O'Leary, Samuel Moses Ofman, Silas Vaughn Crocker, Thomas Henry de Bourbon