ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q Garçons
Q Garçons
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Quiles
Angel Quiles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Benson Morales
Joseph Benson Morales
Producer

歌詞

Please don't post no pictures of no straps
If you bought blicky's all just for fashion
**** can't get off like two ounces
Weirdo **** love to cap all up in they captions
If I blow a bag
I get it back in
If I trapped it out I get the racks in
I'm a make auntie good
Get a little mansion
She opened her mouth
Told her put it back in
I put this heater to a fan
Oh my God I can't go like Selena
Watch the motion when it clap back
It go "pat pat" back to back
Now I feel like Serena
I just dropped coka all on the heater
I just want to say Rest in Peace Deon, though
Fentynal, that bitch hoe undefeated
It should tell me to stop I'm conceited
Look around you can see all these stash spots
I just flipped me two pounds
I'm a trapstar
I broke bread even all on my last dollar
I remember I felt like a stepchild
I was one to win
And never one to lose
Put dirt up on my name and then you watch me grew
You not my homie ****
We not fucking cool
I'm all about the money, get it out the sewer
I'm all about the money, get it out the sewer
Heard your bro got locked, shit not even cool
I'm a tax on resale, I don't want to lose
Once I'm Titanic, she gone want to cruise
Ouu La La, Ah Oui Oui
I got a pack hidden under my sleeve
Ouu La La, Ah Oui Oui
My mami sexy, she sexy, so icy
I put this heater to a fan
Oh my God I can't go like Selena
Watch the motion when it clap back
It go "pat pat" back to back
Now I feel like Serena
I just dropped coka all on the heater
I just want to say Rest in Peace Deon, though
Fentynal, that bitch hoe undefeated
It should tell me to stop I'm conceited
Look around you can see all these stash spots
I just flipped me two pounds
I'm a trapstar
I broke bread even all on my last dollar
I remember I felt like a stepchild
I was one to win
And never one to lose
Put dirt up on my name and then you watch me grew
You not my homie ****
We not fucking cool
I'm all about the money, get it out the sewer
I'm a druggie Connoisseur
Hanging with felons got me familiar with tools
Bullet shells in the bodega, skirt off in bentayga's
Is it hot or not?
Check the news
Wipe the prints off of the strap, that's proof
They don't care they locking whoever's who
You could tell this shit ain't safe now in my city
Even cops ain't following rules
They don't follow the rules
Mhmmm
Wonder if I was to go now I wonder what they say or think of me
Since we grew, playground rules, I wish I knew
My **** would be snaking me
I seen side eyes, little white lies
I'm a man so why the fuck would I cry?
Lot of bitches mixy like it's tie-dye
One up in the head make em' say bye bye
I put this heater to a fan
Oh my God I can't go like Selena
Watch the motion when it clap back
It go "pat pat" back to back
Now I feel like Serena
I just dropped coka all on the heater
I just want to say Rest in Peace Deon, though
Fentynal, that bitch hoe undefeated
It should tell me to stop I'm conceited
Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god
Written by: Angel Quiles
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