Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
88GLAM
Performer
Bradley Geisler
Keyboards
Aaron Watkins
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bradley Geisler
Composer
Aaron Watkins
Composer
Derek Bissue
Composer
Shakqueel Burthwright
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bradley Geisler
Mixing Engineer
Aaron Watkins
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
People throw shade then they act like the don't know where to find me
'Cause they know who's standing behind me
Heisman shorty, yeah, I just want a Heisman
I'ma hit the Heisman on you ****, on a hymen
And my **** all playin' linemen
[Verse 2]
Yeah, she tatted my name don't fuck up the letterin'
She seein' the X O's, it's all on my letterman
She come to my crib, she come to my residence
Laced in designer, she thought it was Vetements
Laced in designer, she thought it was Vetements
Laced in designer, she thought it was Vetements
She tatted my name, don't fuck up the letterin'
She seein' the X O's, it's all on my letterman
[Verse 3]
She come to my crib, she come to my residence
Whoop, skrrt skrrt
Hop in the whip and **** start peddelin'
I'm fuckin' these stars I'm feeling like Federline
Ain't no snipin' how I do
I'ma dog, I'm goin' woof
Off that molly I boot
Diamonds choke me like a noose
Yeah, oldest Glock like twenty two
Stays concealed all in my coupe
Ah E, youngin' pull up in the Rari
Bitches be givin' me nani
Yeah, yeah, sloppy
Use to sell dope in the lobby
Now we got concierge lobby
Mmm, yeah, yeah
'Member when they didn't want me?
[Verse 4]
He balance your love on the Eiffel
That **** took you for granted
I pick it up like receptionist
Fuck on your good, I'm a specialist
Chain on Mount Everest
No daps for a fake one
Come 'round when the days fun
No story, they'll make on
[Verse 5]
Cellphones on silent
Whole life on private
This the 88 wise man
Shit here is not vibrant
Every time that my phone ring
It's a Japanese red bone thing
Then she thicker than a codeine
But it's more stress that I don't need
[Verse 6]
I got shit that I don't need
Don't ask, don't say please
Don't smile, don't say cheese
Tear away with the suede three, yeah
Tear away with the suede three, yeah
And one with the fade three
[Verse 7]
People throw shade then they act like the don't know where to find me
'Cause they know who's standing behind me
Heisman shorty, yeah I just want a Heisman
I'ma hit the Heisman on you ****, on a hymen
Heisman shorty, yeah I just want a Heisman
I'ma hit the Heisman on you ****, on a hymen
Heisman shorty, yeah I just want a Heisman
I'ma hit the Heisman on you ****, on a hymen
And my **** all playin' linemen
Written by: Aaron Watkins, Alex Geisler, Bradley Geisler, Derek Bissue, Shakqueel Burthwright
