クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ICE9
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Kiley
Songwriter
Hope Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
yonqi
Producer
歌詞
Bitch I put gas in the whip
We are not friends we not kin
I'm talking shit
Speed down the ten
Wash away all of my sin
He wanna father my kids
Copy the flow that I hit
We get the bag then we dip
Double the cup then we sip
AD at major events
My art on they back for the win
Get my art tat on they skin
It's nothing that I cannot do
Bitch I be fake and I'm rude
Old money like a jew
He bit off more than he could chew
My whole team need a room
Villain music bring them doom
Sweep the boy like a broom
Never wonder who's next
Bitch I'm trynna run a check
Run the game like a vet
Natural bod with a good brain
Leave the fanboy in disdain
Soaking wet in the summer rain
She that mac and cheese in the fall breeze
Why your bitch need summers eve
We on green juice and local produce
Exed him out for the misuse
He goin wipe me down like masseuse
Telfar with the swamp boots
Fuck all the noise I just walk it out
Air in my chest ima make a route
They mad at the boy cause I choose
We goin make them feel the blues
We goin make them feel the ooo
We goin make them feel the blues
Don't give a fuck what they talking bout
All my talent just spilling out
Inshallah ima cop a house with the salt pool and the leather couch
Full court in the roundabout
With the two door and my ass out
Sekhmet with the claws out
Treat the boy like he in crowd
No refunds and no cash back
I don't trust you don't touch that
Why your bro singing like 4batz
Moving gear out a duffle bag
They mad at the boy cause I choose
We going make them feel the blues
We goin make them feel the ooo
We goin make them feel the blues
Don't give a fuck what they talking bout
All my talent just spillin out
Inshallah ima cop a house with the salt pool and the leather couch
Written by: Hope Harris, Taylor Kiley
