크레딧
실연 아티스트
Cash Kidd
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Thomas Edmund Nicholas Livingstone
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Jgottheplug
프로듀서
가사
[Intro]
J got the plug
Swore I had socks on
[Verse 1]
Dawg, please get these lame ass **** out our section
And get your basic ass bitch out my texts
**** get caught, turn to Usher, give confessions
She said, "****, you just wanna fuck", bitch, you guessed it
Momma told me I need sleep, I look restless
Ma, I'm tryna move you, I can't miss out on the extras
ROTC, my **** suited and they stepping
Pull up, get to beating on shit, David Wesson
Pull up, she gon' eat the whole dick up for breakfast
I can still fuck, I rather shit on my exes
Seen it all, now loyalty the only thing impressive
Spikes on my shoes, bitch, it's looking like a cactus
Staring at this bitch lacefront whill she gagging
Broke bitch irritate my soul, I'ma pass it
Damn, I heard what happened that day, dawg, that was tragic
How you start a war, then get caught out here lacking?
[Verse 2]
Ain't got shit in my pants but a light dub
Don't tempt me, I'll leave it in this nightclub
Either the drugs or your **** got you hyped up
But that's gon' be the reason yo' shit gon' get chopped up
Nah, I'on know who shot that ****, it was not us
Pockets ain't have nothing, now they look like they got knocked up
She so stupid with the head, call her Psyduck
I get blowed, then I black out like a lightbulb
I know I been distant, trying to keep from getting locked up
Just tryna give my people something to be proud of
Roddy Ricch gotta ride with one, don't wanna die young
Yeah, got the .45 like nine bucks
Who the fuck you little ass **** tryna size up?
Get yo' stupid ass fired on, then fired up
Whole car strapped like the police behind us
In traffic, 40 to his neck like he drive drunk
Aye, ****, drop some
Op hunting, give him shots like he got some
Yeah, aye, between me and Mel, that's a light hunnid
Got blue jeans on me like I'm dry humping
RIP Jeff, I'm treating Don like he my brother
Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot Funyun
Better watch that bitch that you love 'cause she op fucking
Woke up like, damn, could've sworn I had socks on
[Verse 3]
Bitch, what the fuck? You a whole demon
High as hell, got my soul leaving
Free my dawgs locked up all four seasons
Gotta keep yo' head up like yo' nose bleeding
Bought her some new titties, now she can show cleavage
Ain't gon' call her, pulled the bitch for no reason
Ham gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces
Street sweeper like I'm road cleaning, aye
Can't trust these **** and these hoes neither
Aye, she a whole creamer, butI don't need her
[Verse 4]
Aye, aye, you ran across my mind when I was getting my dick sucked
Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up
You know when you get me off that Henny, I mix up
You know when I get all in that pussy, I mix up
What's the point of telling me you never gon' switch up
Knowing when then shit get tough, you gon' give up?
Now I'm cross the world still throwing the Six up
Water on my throat but I ain't got the hiccups
Yeah, aye
Aye, please stop calling my phone and harassing
I'on know who shot him, can you please stop asking?
I ain't feel like punching up, today I'm straight cashing
Used to be broke, thank God I'm living fancy
**** hating, tryna kill the kid like a Plan B
Still got the reaper on my side, Billy, Mandy
20k on me, in the store stealing candy
Written by: David Jude Bartlomiej, Mark Smith

