Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YETI PACK
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Camden
Songwriter
Benjamin Obaje
Songwriter
Arvind Jay
Songwriter
Russell Ho
Songwriter
Lyrics
She out the zone, she got me goin home
Tell 'em other boys they can do it on they own
Lamb and a Jag and a Pony
Shawty got me sayin no the homies
She got a wrist, she got Hermes
Got me tastin Fendi lip when we kiss
Wrist, her 'Mes
Hol up, I'm bout to reminisce
So telekinetic, I'm still feeling the static
From the magic, yeah we at it
Dirty funny lovin', reminiscin'
Been thinkin', meddlin', Cupid watch us cuddlin'
Shootin' arrows at fellows who mellow, hey hello!
How you doin'? (How you doin'?)
Hows your day? (You okay?)
Whats your number baby? (Uh-)
Whats your name? (Heyyy~)
Rainchecks, I don't do no rainchecks
I only take checks, then I make it rain checks
Gucci Prada Louie like Sammy Deb Rue
Benji flexing on her body, **** tryna get her coochie
Fronting, Lamborghinis, she dont give a fuck about it
Have you seen her in her jammies, just my T-shirt and her panties?
Netflix with my Ben & Jerry's, she my peanut butter jelly
Every morning I be missing, that body type Mila Kunis
Obviously that independent type aura maxi dresses
This that made me breakfast, then I eat her, breakfast, love
She out the zone, she got me goin home
Tell 'em other boys they can do it on they own
Lamb and a Jag and a Pony
Shawty got me sayin no the homies
She got a wrist, she got Hermes
Got me tastin Fendi lip when we kiss
Wrist, her 'Mes
Hol up, I'm bout to reminisce
L-L-L-Luna, I wish you come back to me sooner, baby
Grab me by the fur, you never let me 'lone
Shift-ing, thru the heart, she race me like a Dom
DOMinating Letty-like, she ain't bitchin out a fight
I'm a king, she's a getter
Build a legacy, Chloe Frazer
She be grinding and grabbing, she play me like a pro
She a relic, I'm fanatic, I won't let her go
College graduate, damn straight, UCLA
Dinner date, you wait, you see, she'll pay
Drinking all that Henny, HJ, told these hoes to make way
Hollywood Walk of Fame, gon make her a mainstay
Mama caught a flight cuz she wanna meet her
Baby pussy Sprite, mix that 'Tech then I sip her
Holy shit, hella thicc, lightskin-wit-the-mix-ass
Finna pick up yoga just to see you in the next class
She out the zone, she got me goin home
Tell 'em other boys they can do it on they own
Lamb and a Jag and a Pony
Shawty got me sayin no the homies
She got a wrist, she got Hermes
Got me tastin Fendi lip when we kiss
Wrist, her 'Mes
Hol up, I'm bout to reminisce
Written by: Alexander Camden, Arvind Jay, Benjamin Obaje, Russell Ho
