クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uncle Ej
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmanuel Johnson
Songwriter
Raysean Reese
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Uncle Ej
Producer
歌詞
**** be bitches too
You know you ****
Out yo mind
You is pitiful (I swear to God)
**** be bitches too
You know you ****
Out yo mind
You is pitiful (Talk to em)
I'm not looking for
No **** that owe me
Getting mad over a bitch
That's the old me
I don't want no fucking problems
Take it slowly
Or imma show you where I'm from
Bitch that's HP
Slap **** in his mouth
For trying test me
Imma fuck on baby momma
And yo Auntie
Pop up to the family reunion
Like I'm family
Getting acquainted with yo momma
Call me Papi
You better pray To God
Cause only he can stop me
We play around with them
Sticks like it's Hockey
Slap yo bitch ass like a puck
And leave yo icee
You ain't no demon boy
You a pussy
Leave you full
Of blood stains
Tryna press me
You ain't moving
No packs
You are lying
I can't supply
None of you ****
I'm hiring
Me and Nigel
Moving bricks packaged
Up by nike
**** be bitches too
You know you ****
Out yo mind
You is pitiful (I swear to God)
**** be bitches too
You know you ****
Out yo mind
You is pitiful (Talk to em)
Black eye the pack
And knot it up
Make sure you watch
When the boy came
Them steps lined me up
And kept my soul trained
Don't follow the drip
I earned a grip
Watching it bubble
After slow drain
Yo, vet gassed you
Tryna make nickels off this propane
It's different here
Brushing through transitions
**** getting weird
Applying pressure
Cycling the efforts
Got y'all switching gears
I peep the fear
When we're in the room
Bravado disappears
Just keep it clear
Or bodies left ajar
Lid twisting fear
I'm nothing like these ****
More in tune with goons
Baby, say I'm a mood
My presence changes the room
Quick to pack a na up
If I don't like the first move
Put a wrap to the issues
Before it ever makes the news
My soul blesses
Being made and control messes
And to think it all started
From a stove's presence
**** wanna swell up
Until we cold pressing
Control stepping
When your soul's vested
**** be bitches too
You know you ****
Out yo mind
You is pitiful (I swear to God)
**** be bitches too
You know you ****
Out yo mind
You is pitiful (Talk to em)
Written by: Emmanuel Johnson, Raysean Reese
