Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthieu Baron Gay
Matthieu Baron Gay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Nohan Etcheverry
Nohan Etcheverry
Photography

Lyrics

They'll be sayin' rip
But they weren't there for my shit, like
Let see what it takes
For me to unmask all the faces
Hey, some couple bourbons, some couple shots
Some couple people wondering if they should shoot or not
Got this anger in my mind should aim it at your jaw
Got this girl givin' the world, why leave her off to rot?
Zebra bad, diva wearin'
That zebra mask
Tell this bitch I fill her heart, I ain't no "Fill her bags"
Tell this bitch she can walk home, I ain't no Uber cab
Tell this bitch Im in her pants like Im her inner-tags, hey!
Summer had that chick
Lookin' little little rich, how the fuck she grew so quick?
Hey, oh I see, she got some red over knees
That's her world, I cannot see
Heart so cold, we start to freeze
Lies are told, its hard to breath
She better hold that cup of tea, hey
Give your love to a bitch, she'll go and play with your shit
Give no love to a bitch, she'll go and play with your dick
Give your love and get hit
Real men get a hit
White boy wants a hit (What he gon' do)
You drive in a coupe
Bet your Royce lights you the roof, yeah
Cause Im on a roof
Nothing to lose, ready to shoot, hey (Bitch!)
Double bags, bet your queen just go and spend the cash
You know that's real facts
But you don't know your not her only dad
What you mean by that, I got the bread, the gas, why would she pass?
Huh, cause your bitch she got a lot of ass, hey
A slang for money, I got bread, lettuce, wage and funds
Bitch you know what gets me
A slang for dead, hey
I got your name, with your music and your tie
Yeah that is what I said, hey
Why being selfish
You know your shit is about to perish
And why you still try to hold on to it?
Cause boy you helpless, stop actin' fearless, I spread awareness
And you still try to prove the world your shit is different
You say Im introvert
And that is why I don't get any pretty girl
You say Im introvert
And that is why I don't fly like a bird
Gave me the mirror so I can look for my own direction
Thanks for the mirror, have you ever stare at your own reflection? (Hey)
You drive in a coupe
Bet your Royce lights you the roof, yeah
Cause Im on a roof
Nothing to lose, ready to shoot, hey
There in a few
Bet your bitch got some new shoes, yeah
Don't call me INTROO
I got more clues to spread the truth
They'll fuck with my shit
In the pool she skinny dip, and
I'll fly across states, thirty million dollar place and
They'll be sayin' rip
But they weren't there for my shit, like
Let's see what it takes
For me to unmask all the faces
Written by: Matthieu Baron Gay
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