クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saxkboy KD
Rap
That Mexican OT
Vocals
Albie Dickson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albie Dickson
Composer
Khalil Dean
Composer
VIRGIL GAZCA
Composer
Greg Davenport
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Albie Dickson
Producer
Abel Garibaldi
Mixing Engineer
Max Steger
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daniel Evans
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Recording Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Nate Mingo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Verse 1]
I ain't said nothin' yet
They know that work I put in, bitch
You can't speak on me and say I bled the way you bled, you snitched
You a rat, you not our kind
I did my bid and shot my shits
How you want that boy to fold?
You better sit that time out bitch
GI, lil' ol' baby, 43, yo u can't fuck with me on TG
Rob who? Bitch, come try me, you gon' D-I-E on bronem, oh
19 on my clip, I tell my PO I might go back 'cause
Lord knows if these **** try me, I'm pushin' shit back
[PreChorus]
Used to box, now I slang glocky like a challenger
We can't stay professional, ****, it's fuck you and your manager
Influenced you, you stupid
**** gay and you his passenger
Tell 'em play it safe
'Cause I got family and they smackin' something
Fuck a ****
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Verse 2]
I can't love em, I can't trust 'em
But believe that I can fuck' em
After sex, she ask, "What are we?"
I'm like, "Stupid bitch, we nothing"
Yeah, I'm a munch, I ate it like a mango
She ate me like muffins
I'ma nut in her butt like bananas
I won't tell no-one, that pussy was bussin'
[Verse 3]
That pussy was bussin' like we was fuckin' at a bus stop
Even if I had no legs, she could put my third leg in a leg lock
Diamonds in my mouth with a cowboy hat and my shades on 'cause my eyes bloodshot
I like a bitch with tattoos on her face, I need myself a thug thot
Viva la loca, I got me a skunka
She gettin' nasty inside of my trucka
Eatin' dick and hittin' coke-a
Bitch are you dumb?
Get back on the bus
The music got me feeling like I just rushed
Whole TV gorilla, eat people for lunch
I'll just open his head and I'll take out a bunch
Come here
KD, shut the fuck up
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
Written by: Albert Dickson, Greg Davenport, Khalil Dean, VIRGIL GAZCA
