Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
reefuh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
reefuh
Producer
ericdoa
Producer
Letra
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
All I do is win, yeah
I'm out with the hoes, but told my bitch I'm in, somethin' like a VPN
Push that V8 like a bully, I'm tryna scratch that VIN
Shit, if I was the ketchup, you'd be the mustard, yeah, that's my twin (Ketchup)
Bitch, you couldn't be like reef if I laid out the papers in front of you
Set up the play, let my lil' brother slide with that choppa then dunk you
Tryna duck me, bitch? Boy, duck you, I still let the ARP fuck you
Yeah, I been on a roll like a truck do
New ho a ten, she came with that butt too
Hop out that van, slime tryna rush you
You look away when you lie, couldn't trust you
Talkin' that shit, you want me to bust you?
I do like to fuck, ho, I couldn't cuff you
I bet a hundred you die
Testin' for diamonds, they runnin' inside
Ho, I could tell you in love with your guys
Married to the money, I'm kissin' the bride
Bitch, you best up it, yeah, swing your pole, Lucky Bucky, yeah
Save that ho if you love it, ah, pour four fours in a bucket (Ah, ah)
Why you leave me out to dry? I was right there by your side
I was ten toes on that ride, I was 'bout that homicide
Mm, only sip lean with cold ice
Mm, warm heart with some cold, cold eyes
Mm, hell nah, I don't trust those guys
Will they kill me? Tryna survive
Mm, pop pills just to reach those highs
Mm, OD tryna reach those skies
Mm, told the opps, "You don't need your life"
I bet a hundred you die
Testin' for diamonds, they runnin' inside
Ho, I could tell you in love with your guys
Married to the money, I'm kissin' the bride
Bitch, you best up it, yeah, swing your pole, Lucky Bucky, yeah
Save that ho if you love it, ah, pour four fours in a bucket (Ah, ah)
Why you leave me out to dry? I was right there by your side
I was ten toes on that ride, I was 'bout that homicide
Huh, you played that shit so typical
You the motherfucker who was callin' 'em broke? Ooh, hypocritical
This beat freaky as fuck, ooh, this shit digital
I'm rockin' Peruvian stones, shit you rockin' pitiful
The bag came in, it did, and, boy, that shit was plentiful, yeah
Why you wanna hate on me? Bitch, you know your rent is due, right?
I bet a hundred you die
Testin' for diamonds, they runnin' inside
Ho, I could tell you in love with your guys
Married to the money, I'm kissin' the bride
Bitch, you best up it, yeah, swing your pole, Lucky Bucky, yeah
Save that ho if you love it, ah, pour four fours in a bucket (Ah, ah)
Why you leave me out to dry? I was right there by your side
I was ten toes on that ride, I was 'bout that homicide
Ah, ah
Ah, brrah, slime
Yeah, y-yeah
Written by: reefuh
