Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Rarri
Justin Rarri
Rap
Gunna
Gunna
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Baez
Adrian Baez
Composer
Dennys Capellan
Dennys Capellan
Composer
Martin Alexander Pitt
Martin Alexander Pitt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PittThaKid
PittThaKid
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer
Dennys Capellan
Dennys Capellan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo, Pitt, we got one SumYunGhai with me the shit R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shawty in the south like part slave Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag there be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I ain't never finna listen what they all say Counting dough, big bread in broad day Said I don't regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just put a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get 'em gone, nothing less Niggas ain't lying, it ain't no evidence Run the bag on like gold Pateks Nigga love foreign, got a gold Patek Fuck the bitch once and I ain't call her back Wunna too rich, I'm hard to catch Silly bitch sent me a horrible text Wunna not the one to argue with Landed in Houston where Harden at A lot of these rappers be starter cap Need to get some drip, just watch me I took a hit, still can't stop me My young cousin just took some Roxy The gang but I call 'em my posse You pussies should be riding in a carseat I'm ridin' in her pussy like broccoli The slime got a nigga so salty This cash got me fucking on Barbies Know you adore me Broke her heart, no, it ain't nothing free Let me trap the school like Bun B Road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet The road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet The Rolls Cullinan got low seat The Wock' got the double cup muddy R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shawty in the south like part slave Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag there be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I ain't never finna listen what they all say Counting dough, big bread in broad day Said I don't regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just put a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get 'em gone, nothing less Niggas ain't lying, it ain't no evidence Run the bag on like gold Pateks Got a baby, she act a lil' goofy though I don't bring her around me, she talk a lot That's my nigga, you know he don't act like a ho Know that I'm blowing up first and niggas not And I know that they plotting, I keep a Glock R.I.P. niggas that walk in the carspot Always back up the pole at a red light Shawty asking if a nigga paranoid Moonwalking at sixteen Diamonds hitting bodies 'til the sun nigga fucking on your ho Told them niggas don't text me Nigga, I be rolling on exotic, finna get me out my zone My mama say she miss me Told her I be trapping, she be laughing, bitch crying on the phone We gon' pull when that fuck nigga step up They don't zone me, I smoke lotta pressure I be highest fuck no niggas liking If your bitch a Buddha but tell he inviting us And it's probably why the fuck niggas mad Know you better stay in this bag In the quarantine season Trapping for the weekend Diamonds hitting, make a nigga stop the blinking Get to busting if a nigga start thinking, know that it was R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shawty in the south like part slave Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag there be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I ain't never finna listen what they all say Counting dough, big bread in broad day Said I don't regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just put a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get 'em gone, nothing less Niggas ain't lying, it ain't no evidence Run the bag on like gold Pateks
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Martin Pitt, Adrian Justin Baez, Dennys Capellan Capellan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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