Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Emmanuel Vann
Songwriter
William Wood
Songwriter
Edward Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connie
Producer
Lyrics
CONNIE, are you fucking kidding me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
HOTBOY
Okay, run up in your spot like okay (Okay)
Your brother got popped like okay (Okay)
You ain't do nothing, he okay (Oh)
You ain't like that, it's okay (No)
Said he want smoke, I'm like okay (Yeah)
**** was shot like Cobain
Real cutthroat like O.J
Crashed my whip but I'm okay (Skrrt)
Give me my bread, **** owe me (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck what a hoe say
Blew my cheque but it okay (Blew it)
I'll make it back on Monday (Yeah)
Real **** eating on Sunday (Ayy)
Right now, never on "Someday" (No)
**** got shot but I'm okay (Brrt, ah)
Ay, was living good until I came to where you live
(Ayy, where you living?)
Merlyn magician, I can make you disappear (Ayy, what up)
My money long, but it ain't longer than my dick
Messy, messy, my lil baby need a bib
Black and colorful, I feel like Dennis Rod'
Bad bitch, I will never spare the rod
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
New hair and I'm finna tear it out
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Let's skip the talking, I would rather air it out
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Fuck you ****, fuck you bitches, fuck 'em all
Okay, run up in your spot like okay (Okay)
Your brother got popped like okay (Okay)
You ain't do nothing, he okay (Oh)
You ain't like that, it's okay (No)
Said he want smoke, I'm like okay (Yeah)
**** was shot like Cobain
Real cutthroat like O.J
Crashed my whip but I'm okay (Skrrt)
Give me my bread, **** owe me (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck what a hoe say
Blew my cheque but it okay (Blew it)
I'll make it back on Monday (Yeah)
Real **** eating on Sunday (Ayy)
Right now, never on "Someday" (No)
**** got shot but I'm okay (Brrt, ah)
Who yo best friend? Smith & Wesson
Scottie Pippen, old religion
**** want beef, but ooh, I want some crispy chicken
I got babies, I got boos, I don't do no babysitting
Free my ****, free my ****, abolition
Free my ****, Abra-Abraham Lincoln
Free my ****, fuck the prison, fuck the system
Free my ****, 'til it's backwards and they with us
Okay, run up in your spot like okay (Okay)
Your brother got popped like okay (Okay)
You ain't do nothing, he okay (Oh)
You ain't like that, it's okay (No)
Said he want smoke, I'm like okay (Yeah)
**** was shot like Cobain
Real cutthroat like O.J
Crashed my whip but I'm okay (Skrrt)
Give me my bread, **** owe me (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck what a hoe say
Blew my cheque but it okay (Blew it)
I'll make it back on Monday (Yeah)
Real **** eating on Sunday (Ayy)
Right now, never on "Someday" (No)
**** got shot but I'm okay (Brrt, ah)
Yeah I'm okay, it's just a lil hoe found my lil blicky
It ain't gon stop me none from hittin' it when I'm jiggin
And my chain swangin', pendant hangin', compliment my pigment
And these bitches boppin', no I can't stop em, famous when I'm with em
Aye, let me know some, got weed or I can grow some
Yeah I'm up but a **** can't hold none
Still got my ex toe touchin', I'm toxic
I pour wocky in all my drinks, I need to stop but I ain't gon stop it
Yeah I got haters, but I get love when I drop, I'm still poppin
Okay, run up in your spot like okay
Your brother got popped like okay
You ain't do nothing, he okay
You ain't like that, it's okay
Said he want smoke, I'm like okay
**** was shot like Cobain
Real cutthroat like O.J
Crashed my whip but I'm okay
Give me my bread, **** owe me
I don't give a fuck what a hoe say
Blew my cheque but it okay
I'll make it back on Monday
Real **** eating on Sunday
Right now, never on "Someday" (No)
**** got shot but I'm okay
Written by: Ameer Emmanuel Vann, Edward Johnson, William Wood
