Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Tay B
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Diamanté Warren
Композитор
Allassne Tope
Композитор
Eliahu Jacob Lyandres
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
614ASE
Продюсер
AyoProphet
Продюсер
Julian Suleiman
Миксинг-инженер
Alan JS Han
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания
Matt Boerum
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания
Слова
(All Facts Lil N****, yeah)
I just had to take my cousin groceries in the house
Pull up to this bitch crib, I just fucking bounce
Baby you know what I’m bout, I hope you don’t run your mouth
I can spend like 5 thousand today, I’m still ain’t running out
Shiesty bitch tryna steal my cum, I threw the rubber out
Young n****, gamble with my life, let me double down
I see that you tucked it in your pants, pull your stomach out
My choppa beat Floyd ass, it got a hundred rounds
Let’s see how much the work can really take, you gotta play with it
Pussy way too good, I had to fuck around and lay in it
I keep my fye, I can’t get caught lacking, I gotta stay with it
They just want money
These bitches, they even let Baby Tay hit it (that’s crazy)
I know that these n****s don’t be liking me
Huh
No, it ain’t my fault that your wife with me
I ain’t crashing out for no bitch, she ain’t gone be writing me
Before FaceTime, I had bitches getting naked on Skype for me
Neck, water
Fit, water
Wrist, water
That pussy, water
Neck, water
Fit, water
Wrist, water
That pussy, water
Every n**** that hated on my pops, I fucked they daughter
Ridin’ around in the whip, shit, we got ARs with the carbon
No, I ain’t signed to Savage, but your bitch, she’ll get slaughtered
I was on the run with just me and my bitch, we like the Carters n****
Y’all gone have to catch me up in traffic, fuck the charge, n****
I got too much money, I can’t drive no fucking Charger, n****
Riding round with bro, we in a bulletproof Brabus, n****
I can’t take no chances, all this ice, I’m a target, n****
I can’t even lie, my side bitches think it’s him
My other bitch so pretty, she don’t need no BBL (facts)
I deserve to get my head blew off, you see me tell
I’m a keep on trying before you ever see me fail (bitch)
Take her to the room, no bitch gone know where I be sleeping at (on my momma)
Fly her to Miami, that’s just our favorite place we creepin at
You won’t catch me crying about no bitch, I’m just too P for that
Won’t catch me on the internet trying to beef, I’m just too street for that
Neck, water
Fit, water
Wrist, water
That pussy, water
Neck, water
Fit, water
Wrist, water
That pussy, water
Written by: Allassne Tope, Diamanté Warren, Eliahu Jacob Lyandres

