Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Spookyli
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Justin Wright
Composição
Letra
I'm smoking gas, I'm selling bags, come cop a eighth or two
If you want the rest, just hit my boy, you better pay the dude
If your ass look like a snitch, I got to stay away from you
This rapping shit so gay, I rather trap and sell some G's
You think I'm falling off? Well, pussy-****, April Fools
That little **** crying on FaceTime, his songs ain't getting no views
Bitch, I don't got no sense, bitch, I'm forever breaking rules
And if I was you, my ****, yes, I would hate me too
Bitch, I don't see these ****, I'm just trying to make these blues
If a **** ever play with me, his ass gon' make the news
I know some young **** kicking doors and taking shoes
Couple bitches in my trap house, shaking ass and taking nudes
I'm pouring lean, I'm sipping green, the cream be tasting smooth
We got this bitch too trapped out, put this shit on pay-per-view
Man, these **** broke, go get some clothes, these bitches basic too
I keep these **** sizzling hot like some bacon do
I'm smoking gas, I'm selling bags, come cop a eighth or two
If you want the rest, just hit my boy, you better pay the dude
If your ass look like a snitch, I got to stay away from you
This rapping shit so gay, I rather trap and sell some G's
You think I'm falling off? Well, pussy-****, April Fools
That little **** crying on FaceTime, his songs ain't getting no views
Bitch, I don't got no sense, bitch, I'm forever breaking rules
And if I was you, my ****, yes, I would hate me too
Written by: Justin Wright