Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Trippie Redd
Вокал
Juice WRLD
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Aaron Shadrow
Композитор
Anton Mendo
Композитор
Jean Christophe Marie
Композитор
Magnus August Høiberg
Композитор
Tobias Dekker
Композитор
Michael Lamar White II
Автор песен
Jarad Higgins
Автор песен
Jasper Harris
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Aaron Shadrow
Продюсер
Peter Jideonwo
Исполнительный продюсер
Igor Mamet
Миксинг-инженер
Cashmere Cat
Продюсер
Jasper Harris
Продюсер
Outtatown
Продюсер
Rip
Продюсер
Starboy
Продюсер
Слова
[Verse 1]
I just got a million bands today
'Bout to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah
'Bout to spend a hundred grand today
Lot of blue face hundreds, it's a blue band parade, yeah
Huh, grrah! Shootin' out the Hummer today
I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumping today, yeah
Huh, bad move, I'ma dump at his face
Keep the toolie by my side, feel like Ratchet & Clank, yeah
[Verse 2]
Shoot out the Wraith, stick up
I need everything in your safe, ****
Huh, I'm with them grave diggers, we gon' dig your grave, ****
Huh, pop Molly at the rave, ****, chains on me, no slave, ****
We've been in the cave, ****, we done fuckin' made ****
Take your chain, ****, what the fuck you claim, ****?
1400, 800, bitch, I'm talkin' gang, ****
We not the same, ****, Big 14, Great Dane, ****
[Verse 3]
Fuck what you claim, ****
Feel like the KKK, we kill you, then we hang ****
Do that the same day
Pull up in the all-gray
Black Mustang
In the streets, I was hustling
Run up on me, gun bussing
Uh, that's your best friend, that's my main thing
Uh, she give me tit-Tity Boi, 2 Chainz
Uh, get to the nitty gritty, boy, new stains
Uh, pouring Prince up in my cup, no Purple Rain
I'm throwing bands, I'm throwing hands and I ain't throwing shade
[Verse 4]
Jumping out the Batcave
Just like Bruce Wayne
Kicking shit like Liu Kang
My plug Palupé
Big racks on us do thangs
Big blues, no clues, yay
Your bitch like to choose, aye
But that's your boo, ain't it?
[Verse 5]
Take a flick, uh
Licky on my dick, uh
On my blick, uh
While I take a shit, uh
And a piss, uh
Sing that bitch like Kiss, uh
[Verse 6]
Oh, that's your bitch, huh?
R. Kelly, I may just piss on her, skrrt
I'm in a 'Rari
You make me mad-mad, I may shoot up your party
That little bitch she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie
But she still know to ride me like a fucking Harley
Asked me if I love her, I responded to her, "Hardly"
[Verse 7]
Jumping off the top rope in that bitch like Matt Hardy
Why the fuck your pussy ass in here? This a gangster party
What? What? What? Like I'm Playboi Carti
Got my robe on in this bitch, it's a Playboy party
That bitch hella plastic, that bitch just like a Barbie
Playing games with all these hoes, bitch, just like Atari
Kicked up with my feet up, sippin' Hennessy in a safari
With a bunch of white bitches and they all like, "Trippie Redd, you gnarly"
Viral, iCarly
[Verse 8]
She on the webcam like Carly
That's your girl, I'm sorry
She was off the Molly
I'm in the trap, I'm whipping, I got your aunty on my dope
She told me she ain't have enough money for them rocks
My dick up in her throat
I'm going hard, LOL to the bank, no joke
You run up on me, you leaping froggy, you get croaked
Uh, huh, you know
Written by: Aaron Shadrow, Anton Mendo, Dez Wright, Jasper Lee Harris, Jean Christophe, Jean Christophe Marie, Magnus August Høiberg, Michael Lamar White II, Ozan Yildirim, Peter Jideonwo, Tobias Dekker

