Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aoun Hamid
Songwriter
Michael Flowers
Songwriter
Murat Çolak
Songwriter
Obinna Nzekwe
Songwriter
Lyrics
Pap the big bad wolf, that bitch running in a dress
Even pull up on yo granny, make sure I ain't anorexic
Awkward, and dyslexic, call me Stepehen Hawking
Fight 'em off using the Tekken, what's your new impression?
I'm these bitches new obsession, when I sing usher confessions
She in love with BBC, now relearn alphabet lessons
P a virgin from the heavens, ask who know him never listen
Can't get paid to give a fuck, Onlyfans withholding pension
**** lego of the bricks, this a diss, build a betta home
The walls look clear as piss; it's sham, man you gettin' blown
That rock that's in your hand, keep the grasp, you don't want it lost
Catch you slippin', it's a crack, till you better off at Terradome
Shit I should talk, my ribs is toned
I'm tweaking, like my parents sold
Espresso tea, with java beans, my mom's would have a **** hoe'd
A goal's to cause a company, with clause to tear yo lawyers clothes
Don't heart me b, just Hartley, I shoot when bringing nina home
Claim you really running game, but it's clear you playing Fable
Subtweet like you Raina, God sent the wrong e-mail
Most of these **** hoes, while my vibe is just more female
Ooo– I swear they barely willing, as for me I'm always Abel
Putting hours on the Weeknd, I was working on the phones
And hate where I was sleeping, laid my head beside the floor
Living worried bout the cost, my assets not liquid dough
When the bread you got look dry, funny that shit means you poor, huh?
Give a **** drip bands
Pibble came up from Kinsman, this new bitch from Wuhan
She think that im Sinbad, my skirt feel like new car
Breezey, when I'm sitting, my fro busy liftin', so I look like Mr. Satan
Getting Jiggy on yo neck, bitch you fake
Carter liftin' bags, with all due disrespect kiss my taint
**** fuck the french-- I ball at any rate,
Never cared 'bout what my mama said, i drew on every given test,
Played hookie like a fucking vet
Sweet, these **** think I'm sweet
Sweet, these **** think I'm sweet...
North Star, so far, out from where the woods are
Cut my lights off they really tried to cut my lights off
Written by: Aoun Hamid, Michael Flowers, Murat Çolak, Obinna Nzekwe