Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Harlow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Cannon
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Additional Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Willy Will
Producer
Lyrics
Okay, this right here ain't for everybody
I heard y'all was talking, I don't care about it
I could give a fuck 'bout what the fair amount is
Damn right, hopping on the AM flight
She gon' say I'm right, she the bigger person
I don't get the same vibe from you when in person
I don't get the same vibe 'cause you been impersonatin'
Y'all can't, take it
I'm gon', take it
Aye, welcome to the winning circle
And we balling on these pussies, got this intramural
Said she tryna pull up
She gon' split the purple
Told her don't be tryna f**k me till you get the verbal "Yes" from me
And I know they tryna come for me
When I sign the check all I ever put is 100s
I can't fall in love if I think you want the funds from me
'09 Young Money
How I'm going dumb, dummy
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends
Y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous
That's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this
I said yeah, let's do it just like this
All your friends is gonna
Fill the club with teenage love
Screamin' songs and smell some drugs
Oh, oh, oh
I can tell you're tryna go
We should spend some time alone, yeah
We should spend some time alone
Oh, oh, oh
I need some ****
I need some solitude with ya
I got all type of things that I been tryna do with ya
Keep it honest, I ain't tryna screw with ya
But I'm tryna screw though
Get it fine tuned with ya
And I'm feeling like I might just have made a mistake
I don't really listen what the kids say
Make 'em do a spit-take
Can't believe what y'all been seeing
Play this in the Coliseum
And it's ****, going up
Talk a lot, don't know enough
Spend my adolescence wondering when the girls are showing up
And, sure enough, they finally pulling up
You must think I'm on some stupid shit
You tryna pull a stunt on me
On I, it's gon' be, a long time
And I'm balling like a small forward
Asked her could she get on all fours
Said she all for it
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends
Y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous, that's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this
I said yeah, let's do it just like this
All your friends is gonna
Fill the club with teenage love
Screamin' songs and smell some drugs
Oh, oh, oh
I can tell you're tryna go
We should spend some time alone, yeah
We should spend some time alone
Oh, oh, oh
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends, y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous, that's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this
I said yeah, let's do it just like this
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
Like this
Written by: Jackman Harlow, Nemo Achida, Orville Hall, Phillip Price, Willy Will

