クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ohthatsjuice
Ohthatsjuice
Rap
Francc
Francc
Rap
Matthew Corman
Matthew Corman
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Corman
Matthew Corman
Songwriter
Jaren Brentz
Jaren Brentz
Songwriter
Frank Di Giacomo
Frank Di Giacomo
Songwriter
Nicholas Cincotta
Nicholas Cincotta
Songwriter
Ollie Joseph
Ollie Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BøøM
BøøM
Producer
Ollie Joseph
Ollie Joseph
Producer
Nicky Stix
Nicky Stix
Producer

歌詞

(Whoa)
You smell good, baby, what's that?
+4-4, had to hit her on the WhatsApp
Fuck it, bad gyal, I had to crush that
Took it to the bait, I like stack, where the fans at?
Talked to her nice, she loved that
Sweep the floor, I'm magic, go ahead and grab a dust pad
Fuck it, bad gyal, I had to crush that
Took it to the bait, I like stack, where the fans at? (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Black outfit and blacked out shit
Walk into the mall and I best back in
You know, Matty Corman got tracks on deck
300 milli', I'm blacked out, bitch
I-I woke up like this (yeah)
Took a little break now the PayPal's lit
I hear "6-4", I turn 26
Baby, I'm a rapper, I turn down chicks (uh)
Talking Latinas, I fall for senna
Hit two in a row, I'm like "Fuck it, I'm 'boutta heat up"
Rippin' a Z while drinking a margarita
Asked me if I'm staying, I was like "Sorry I gotta leave ya"
Have a girlfriend, I'ma fuck that
Name is Matty Corman, you can find me where the fans at (uh, wait, this shit isn't fun)
What the fuck's that?
How she get home, I'ma send her as a bass pass (yeah)
You smell good, baby, what's that?
+4-4, had to hit her on the WhatsApp
Fuck it, bad gyal, I had to crush that
Took it to the bait, I like stack, where the fans at?
Talked to her nice, she loved that
Sweep the floor, I'm magic, go ahead and grab a dust pad
Fuck it, bad gyal, I had to crush that
Took it to the bait, I like stack, where the fans at? (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I don't beat around the bush, I don't eat around the ass
All the bitches feelin' normal when comms around the app
I'ma fly for the night, but I never fly back
Grab a ticket for the boy, hand a photo for the last, what's that?
She never hit me with a text
She just drop a pen 'cause she wanna throw the neck
Yeah, Italian, Belgian, German, Swedish
She gon' throw it down, I'ma bop-bop eat it (uh)
She know the gang go reap her
Fuckin' with Latinas and the hoes on a visa
Love it when they sayin', "Maybe I'll cut her a feature"
Pin her to the wall, Mona Lisa
Poppin' on the move, yeah, Japan for the week
Gave her a chopstick, said she let her change, didn't know she was gothic
I'ma take a flight, get her sweaty in the cockpit
Drop me off in Prague, get to selling off hot shit, uh
You smell good, baby, what's that?
+4-4, had to hit her on the WhatsApp
Fuck it, bad gyal, I had to crush that
Took it to the bait, I like stack, where the fans at?
Talked to her nice, she loved that
Sweep the floor, I'm magic, go ahead and grab a dust pad
Fuck it, bad gyal, I had to crush that
Took it to the bait, I like stack, where the fans at? (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Please to the floor like a man
Wait she from the Hollands, high key man
My homie looking like "Say it twin"
Ass too thick I might have to loot from Latex
Got the ting in Miami, she wet the bed
Put her belly in a home with her friend from a shed
Uberin' on a Uber, never came so I sent her home on a scooter
(Just let me out)
Sorry, I can't do it (uh)
Sexy, reppin', hush from Saint Louis
I'm a red flag, she hates that I make music (uh)
You smell good, baby, what's that?
+4-4, had to hit her on the WhatsApp
Fuck it, bad gyal, I had to crush that
Took it to the bait, I like stack, where the fans at?
(Stack, where the fans at?)
(Hit her on the WhatsApp)
Written by: Frank Di Giacomo, Jaren Brentz, Matthew Corman, Nicholas Cincotta, Oliver Scott Joseph
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