Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Rarri
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Baez
Composer
Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
Composer
Dennys Capellan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skyler Gibbons
Mastering Engineer
Dennys Capellan
Mixing Engineer
Tekst Utworu
[Verse 1]
Listen brodie I'ma tell you for real how it's feeling when you in that spotlight
Everybody finna talk down
Want a Burkin, bitch, you better talk nice
We like murda ****, we is not nice
Wanna walk up to me, better think right
And they gon' keep tellin' lies they judging curious
I jus fucked the baddest bitch in a Trump hotel, she hoppin' on it
And you couldn't hold me as a brother
And it's kinda crazy how we fallen
[Verse 2]
I just pulled up in that brand new whip
Bad bitches on me flawless
[Verse 3]
And you keep on claiming that I switched up, that's part of the reason that a **** heartless
And I'm swearing that you coulda been here
[Verse 4]
Just got a pack that new ice burg
I ain't 'bout shit, fuck what you heard
Better come up close and find out first
****, bro, run down take off his shoes
Put you on the news
Got me lookin' at you
Wouldn't done this shit to you
[Verse 5]
We trap out the building
****, just say how you feeling
Bitch, I had you in my business
I'm down in my feelings
None of these lil fuck **** ain't trusting no leach, I just showed them that my body different
Same **** that depend on me, gon' start all 'em rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can't pay their part
Why the fuck you can't play ya part
[Verse 6]
We trap out the building
****, just say how you feeling
Bitch, I had you in my business
I'm down in my feelings
None of these lil fuck **** ain't trusting no leach, I just showed them that my body different
Same **** that depend on me, gon' start all em rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can't pay their part
Why the fuck you can't play ya part
[Verse 7]
Certain ****, I gotta watch with certain bitches
Cut 'em off, all the faking I ain't with it
Pradas on got me catching mad attention
Wanna fuck for the clout and I don't get it
But this come with the life, man, I ain't tripping
I just started the count and I ain't finished
With my hittas ain't no limit
Don't hit my DM's, won't answer no calls
Rarri throw me the top, I'ma finish 'em off
Blow the shit out his cap, I'ma watch how he fall
Traumatized from the streets, all them things I had saw
[Verse 8]
I get real, real fly, I got real mob ties
I just checked my bank account, it's at a all time high
I was young trapping for dubs
1 and 0 with a bag, tell 'em fuck on the love
It ain't what it seem, I ran out of love
Got a glock with a beam, it's ready to bub
And I'm praying god that I get my way
And I had it hard through my young days
They don't understand that we gotta plan
Put it on god, **** won't play
[Verse 9]
We trap out the building
****, just say how you feeling
Bitch, I had you in my business
I'm down in my feelings
None of these lil fuck **** ain't trusting no leach, I just showed them that my body different
Same **** that depend on me, gon' start all 'em rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can't pay their part
Why the fuck you can't play ya part
[Verse 10]
We trap out the building
****, just say how you feeling
Bitch, I had you in my business
I'm down in my feelings
None of these lil fuck **** ain't trusting no leach, I just showed them that my body different
Same **** that depend on me, gon' start all 'em rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can't pay their part
Why the fuck you can't play ya part
Written by: Adrian Baez, Dennys Capellan, Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
