クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ty cotton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ty cotton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ty cotton
Producer
Christopher Edelman
Co-Producer
歌詞
(Grah, Grah)
(Gllllt bow bow, Boom!)
(All them noises you know where we from)
I'm really that ****
Grew up from a bad kid to a bag-getter
I'm past ****
Ten toes no playground I tag ****
Jimmy Neutron blast ****
No Christmas but I'm mad gifted
Two-door on the sports car for my best ho I got mad bitches
Past-tense him
Know he a goner
Got a white-bitch she sing like Madonna
Check in with a check and a comma
My bitches rich she put me in designer
(Hold on)
She forgot who I was so now I have to remind her
Got good head I might sign her
My new bitch treat me way kinder
Ol' bitch see my new whip
It don't look like no Honda don't it?
She on my IG tryna fuck me and I flirt because I condone it
If I'm with my bitch and you with your bitch
She beat up the bish like Ronda Rousey
Since I was a jit I knew I'm the shit
I'm more than the one man I was chosen
Watched **** die my eye was open
If he got bread then Ima toast him
Silly lil bish wanna fuck me on video
But I'll die before I expose it
Not a day I ain't good in my city
I hope it don't change as I get older
I'm with the gang, the gang comin with me
Talkin my shit better shoot me like 50
(Pussyyyyyyyyyyyy, bitch!)
Written by: ty cotton
