クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devonte Richmond
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Bandz
Producer
Magic
Producer
歌詞
[Intro]
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
(Magic)
Magic, man, you know that
Grrah, uh (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
All she wanna do is sip Casamigos and fuck on a hill, probably fuck on a yacht
These **** can't trick me out my spot, but I catch that face, then my door gon' pop (You know that)
Forty in this deep, put a switch on a Glock, tried to bust a U-turn, this time, got cropped
Go down, catch a B, gotta shout-out that Glock, know the 20 10 mil' cookin' shit like tots (You know that, you know that)
**** tuck they tail 'cause they know we Fox gang
Take a **** kit, fuck boy, this my chain (Give me all that)
Gotta know I'ma die 'bout my name
Bail out, get up close, we ain't shootin' from far range (I ain't no bitch, on foenem)
What's that on your shirt? It's a blood stain
Dumpin' the chopper, the one with the wood thing (Rrah, rrah)
She wasn't tryna fuck me last year, she see I'm up now, no, I'm good, babe (On foenem)
[Chorus]
Come here (You know that)
Come here (Where the fuck you goin'? You know how the fuck we rockin', man, you know that)
Come here (**** ain't expect me to go that far this quick, man, you know that, uh)
Come here (Blast off like a rocket, ****, no socket, ****, you know how the fuck we rockin', dumbass, uh)
[Verse 2]
Lucki just picked me up, it's just me, him, and Tadoe and Ski in the Lam' truck (Ski)
**** be bappin' like they did false shit, don't play slow when we get on your ass, boy (Rrah, rrah, come here)
10K can fit in each pocket, that's why I'm lovin' these Amiri pants, boy (I'm solid)
My mama just told me to pop it, whole time I think that she was prayin' for it (You know that)
Me and foenem'll dress up like two crackheads, at your front porch like a landlord (You know that)
And I shoot with my right hand, ain't no static, 10 milli' got bass like a band, boy (Rrah, rrah)
Uh, and Chuckyy did all this on his own, I don't why they holdin' they hand for
Uh, and your bitch thirsty, she want me to bone, she pullin' my Chrome Heart pants, boy (Fuck back, bitch, on foenem grave, man)
[Chorus]
Come here (You know that)
Come here (Where the fuck you goin'? You know how the fuck we rockin', man, you know that, Bath, Bath)
Come here (**** ain't expect me to go that far this quick, man, you know that, uh, Bath, Bath, Bath)
Come here (Blast off like a rocket, ****, no socket, ****, you know how the fuck we rockin', dumbass, uh)
[Verse 3]
Pull up in a fin-fin, we still bouncin' out them, where the fuck is you goin'?
Creep up on him, he ain't even hear us comin', he must've been watchin' some porn (Grrah, come here, come here)
Me and Bandz just tweaked on a beat, I don't even be rappin' this long, but I keep on goin' (No bap)
I know when I'm dumpin' him down, he want me to stop, but the KRISS Vec' keep on throwin' (Dumbass)
[Outro]
On foenem grave
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew
Written by: Charles Davis, Devonte Richmond

