クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leota
Lead Vocals
Rockitneedspace
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leota
Composer
Marquis Bridgeforth
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juice
Engineer
歌詞
Everything that I felt
Everything that I said
Everything that
Everything that
(Fuck)
Shit start adding up we gon' know who to point to
(Let's go)
Say you from L.A. can't be me
Real beach boy I'm not like you
Label check can't cover the hustle
Trust me this too personal
(Pussy)
I gave up the edit I'm breaking they fourth
(Pussy)
Cuzzo it's up
We still on a plan
The trauma is something you can not afford
The trauma the reason why I still dance
Fuck
Say that you lost
Fess up the aesthetic
Live in the gimmick
You gon' be the gimmick
We shoot at the rafters and blow up the cable
Get out the way or jump up in it
(Na fuck that)
Break out the bank I'm running in it
(Na fuck that)
That's not no regular dope now is it?
(What's that?)
Zushi in my donut bruv, innit
(Few pounds on me mane)
He not working he out of the office
I'm not Truman I stare at the audience
I chief more than halo protected by guardians
Leave out the galaxy
Land in LaGuardia
I promise I do not want parts of (parcel) ya
Lil' boy you is a Carlton
We way outta yo league fuck varsity
I look at the camera like Will
Money look like the nbc peacock
Knew this rap shit wasn't real
When these **** wanted jobs
Tryna see what we got
Tryna see what the fuck I make
**** I get this shit an hour
I got this off Indeed
That shit you spit went SOUR!
That shit you spot went ewww
Have some manners wipe the counter
Grab the camera and go Ew
Dance like Kazi on the counter
Flip the camera they go ewww
That's not the **** on our browser
It's too late fourth wall revealed
American Idols it's a NO for me dawg
Don't stand close me to me dawg
Rockit near
You supposed to see fog
(For real)
It's guap in there
You supposed to see us
(Yeah)
I roll this Violent Night and I don't speak
But bitch in far from silent
It's a quiet place when we walk in
It's not Rockit science
(vroom, vroom)
Gas up the room and dip
But the terps yeah they gon linger
Im'a Get Money Family member
Stack chicken stack all the tender
Fall back from Fall to December
Absorb my swag like Cell
Wish he would
We send splinters
Everything I said is glory to God
But fuck with us we send sinners
We all took L's in June
But I made it out cuz I play with the winners
(GMF)
Spark up the VIP
This not even the VIP
(Who gives a fuck)
Look for the DJ booth
Where's Ankle?
He in the pit (go)
She in denial say I'm boring
Hoe take a seat
Or take a hit
Oh now we friends
Written by: Angel Leota, Marquis Bridgeforth
