クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
(Swervo, Swervo)
(Aye)
[Verse 2]
Aye
I'm just tryna get some head
Baby, I'm just tryna get some bread
Fuck the haters, I'ma chase a bag
I paid four K for this Fendi bag
Let her taste the molly, got her tweakin'
She just met Young Sizzle, now she tweakin'
Bitch just seen my pistol, now she tweakin'
Mixing percs with liquor, I be tweakin'
[Verse 3]
I'm a brazy psycho, I be tweakin'
But I make ten thousand every weekend
Big six bedroom house my mama sleep in (808 Mafia)
Some nights, I don't even stay there, she be tweakin'
Every state we go, we drop the G's in
Throw both my hands up just to chuck the B's with
I'm with Hell Rell, not from Killa Season
Ten milli' kit, it got my glizzy breezin'
Your hoe don't ever wanna listen, tweakin' (Bitch)
Said I want hot sauce with my bizzy beezin' (Stupid bitch)
Bitch, you can't bool with me I'm busy beefin' (Bitch, I'm busy beezin')
She by the pool with me, she pretty pleasin'
Told her I'm just tryna
[Verse 4]
I'm just tryna get some head
Baby, I'm just tryna get some bread
Fuck the haters, I'ma chase a bag
I paid four K for this Fendi bag
Let her taste the molly, got her tweakin'
She just met Young Sizzle, now she tweakin'
Bitch just seen my pistol, now she tweakin'
Mixing percs with liquor, I be tweakin'
[Verse 5]
Mixing percs with liquor, I be tweakin'
.40 on me, got one in the head
Watchin' moves, make one and you're dead (808 Mafia)
I'm just boolin', I just want some bread
I can't snooze, no, I'm out the bed
She gave me head, I got out the bed
Free my big bro Gillie out the feds
He got twenty, but he eatin' good
Rather be dead than without the bread
He just told me, "Shorty, don't be tweakin'
You know all your people need you"
I know all these bitches evil
I ain't tryna be her pleaser
[Verse 6]
I'm just tryna get some head
Baby, I'm just tryna get some bread
Fuck the haters, I'ma chase a bag
I paid four K for this Fendi bag
Let her taste the molly, got her tweakin'
She just met Young Sizzle, now she tweakin'
Bitch just seen my pistol, now she tweakin'
Mixing percs with liquor, I be tweakin'
[Verse 7]
(808 Mafia)
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Joshua Luellen

