Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Holmes
Composer
Samuel Benson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fuck ****
You **** softer than tissues
You **** awkward like bitches
You arguing on Instagram
You **** typing on Twitter
And Facebook
Referee, I got that whistle
I just pulled up in that Fisker
I just pulled up with my hitters
Referee, I got the whistle
I got them choppers and pistols
I got the minivan
I might pulled up with them killers
Fuck ****, lil' ****
I know my real **** feel me
Fuck ****, lil' ****, lil' bitch, lil' bitch, lil' bitch
Referee, I got that whistle
[Verse 2]
I'm Margiela walking, lil' ****
My bitch, she be stalking me, ****
Them rappers were winning the race
Till I started hawking them ****
Now I'm dripping sauce on these ****
Got your bitch on top of me, ****
Made myself a boss on these ****
Now I'm living like Ross on these ****
Riding 'round with them Ks
Broke **** love to hate
When your son turn ten
I'ma make your son a slave
I'ma let him cut my grass
I'ma let him be my maid
I'ma do it 'cause his daddy
Always used to player hate
[Verse 3]
You **** softer than tissues
You **** awkward like bitches
You arguing on Instagram
You **** typing on Twitter
And Facebook
Referee, I got that whistle
I just pulled up in that Fisker
I just pulled up with my hitters
Referee, I got the whistle
I got them choppers and pistols
I got the minivan
I might pulled up with them killers
Lil' ****, lil' ****
I know my real **** feel me
Fuck ****, lil' ****, lil' bitch, lil' bitch, lil' bitch
Referee, I got that whistle
[Verse 4]
You went to jail on a Sunday
The charges really about nothing
Rat your homeboys out
Trying to act like you didn't tell nothing
Sad thing about the ****
The **** told on his mama
It was a hot ass winter
Now it's a cold ass summer
I got killers on the frontline
My young **** need a hairline
I can't even lie
That was a cold ass punchline
My bitches setting **** up
They be giving me the rundown
We be waiting till the sundown
We be robbing **** sometimes
[Verse 5]
You **** softer than tissues
You **** awkward like bitches
You arguing on Instagram
You **** typing on Twitter
And Facebook
Referee, I got that whistle
I just pulled up in that Fisker
I just pulled up with my hitters
Referee, I got the whistle
I got them choppers and pistols
I got the minivan
I might pulled up with them killers
Lil' ****, lil' ****
I know my real **** feel me
Fuck ****, lil' ****, lil' bitch, lil' bitch, lil' bitch
Referee, I got that whistle
Written by: Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, London Holmes, Samuel Benson
