Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sunny
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sunny
Songwriter
Sunny Das
Lyrics
The Sky Beats
Composer
Lyrics
Yea yo feelings all wrong
All these bitches want a bump
They feelin all the love
They feelin all the drugs
I’m feelin like a god
But it’ll wear off soon
So I pop it like a gun
But it’ll wear off soon
They fiending for some more
We droppin half the dough
Hear a knock on the door
We lookin thru the hole
I don’t fuck with these rappers
Who be wanting all the features
Sit back down on the bleachers
Learn a lesson from the teacher
One time for the bitches that don’t like me
Two times cuz I heard they talking bout me
Get yo mans cuz I heard he tryna fight me
Won’t take a bitch cuz you know I got a wifey
Won’t take yo shit cuz you think that I be trifling
Another hit and I’ll say goodnighty
But when I’m back you know I like some icing
Shit is sketchy so I guess we roll the dicey
Shit be sketchy every time that I’m rollin thru
Shit be retched every time that we in the coupe
Talkin waterfalls try to keep it water ou
They can’t believe every time that I slaughter you
They can’t believe every time I drop something new
Sick and tired being slept on,
On the loop
Gettin Faded puffin on gorilla glue
Half a milly by myself I don’t need a crew
One time for the bitches that don’t like me
Two times cuz I heard they talking bout me
Get yo mans cuz I heard he tryna fight me
Won’t take a bitch cuz you know I got a wifey
Won’t take yo shit cuz you think that I be trifling
Another hit and I’ll say goodnighty
But when I’m back you know I like some icing
Shit is sketchy so I guess we roll the dicey
Yea we got a whole party in the four door
Serve these bitches all they need but they want more
Cops smellin all the gas take the back door
They don’t know that we fast they don’t want war
They don’t know all the past they don’t want more
Competition in the back baby check the score
get em hella hyped then we break the floor
All the talking that they do what they do it for
Yea yo feelings all wrong
All these bitches want a bump
They feelin all the love
They feelin all the drugs
I’m feelin like a god
But it’ll wear off soon
So I pop it like a gun
But it’ll wear off soon
They fiending for some more
We droppin half the dough
Hear a knock on the door
We lookin thru the hole
I don’t fuck with these rappers
Who be wanting all the features
Sit back down on the bleachers
Learn a lesson from the teacher
Written by: Sunny, Sunny Das, The Sky Beats
