Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ysr Gramz
Performer
Jaquavis Damajanique Graham
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaquavis Damajanique Graham
Songwriter
Tekst Utworu
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
I mean like, alright
I mean like, I been out all day just tryna make a lil' money, you know?
You get what I'm sayin'? Ayy
I been trappin' all winter, got my Timbs dusty, damn
Broke up with a bad bitch but she still love me
I can tell a bitch I got COVID, she gon' still hug me
Seen you in the club with that ho, why your bitch dusty?
And she ain't put on deodorant, why your bitch— ahh, why your bitch musty?
Make my young **** stab you up, think he seen Chucky
Bitch, I got twenty-three assist, get my team buckets
Drink a pint of Wock' in a day, got my— yeah
Drink a pint of Wock' in a day, I be lean flushin'
You was drinkin' ten dollar lines, you got the green stomach
Have you ever seen a AR pistol with a beam on it?
Have you ever lived in a house without the screen on it?
Ha, oh, you talkin' 'bout, like, like the front door?
**** I can't wait to win a Grammy, I'ma pee on it
I've been drinkin' Wock' all year, I got the lean stomach
I just pulled up to catch a play, saw my feinds fuckin'
I just had to get my— damn
I just had to get my pants tailored, got my jeans floodin'
If I show love to you, will it mean somethin'?
I love when my **** slide, he got a mean jumper
****, you a fool if you ever put a ring on her
Police asked for a hook, and you singed on it
Tip of her tongue and she asked me put a bean on her
They can't wait 'til I fall off, ****, dream on it
Jay know if he fall off he can lean on me
I got a lotta chicken on me, got a wing on me
Des pulled up with the drank, brought his fiend over
Slid down this one **** block, now the scene open
You ever seen a FN Five-seven with a beam on it?
When we outta town, know we got a couple G's on us
You know I love them hundreds, lil' ****, I'm a feind over it
**** say he got some drank on him, ****, we want it
Two-hundred K on the floor, I put my team on it
**** want smoke, we gon' knock his whole team over
Gang, gang, gang, ****, gang only
**** ain't shit tatted, still hatin' on us
**** got killed for the clout, now the fame over
He done got his ass wasted, now the game over
Written by: Jaquavis Damajanique Graham

