Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dvontai Fields
Songwriter
Jesse Smith
Songwriter
Dakari Sanders
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jesse Smith
Engineer
ARTEM
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, hold up
Yeah, hold up
I just walked inside the club
I just seen a freak hoe
In the club getting throwed off of casamingos
I be getting play **** like I'm D Rose
Got yo bitch looking at me **** that's a free throw
In club getting play **** imma Corner back
Catch a pick onna play **** imma run it back
**** mad I fucked his bitch we was geeking in the trap
**** ion want this bitch **** I'm a punt it back
No printer that's facts yeah
LIke telfar she in her bag yeah
Drop the top like nascar
I'm in my bag
Oh shit almost spilled this wokhardt on my dash
Big rap game sport, where the cheerleaders
Lil shawty want the Porsche with the clear speakers
Momma said get ya cash up, I need to gift her
Shawty said I make her snap, I'm a gear shifter
I never want nothing let me make it clear
Want Daryl Tyus teeth, gotta get veneers
Big Birdie like I'm Spieth, I got the greener tier
Hate a shawty that don't speak when she see me there
The gas on me stank
I'm so good at the bank
I make bank everyday
Yeah, it's cheese on me
Lotta shorties wanna come and put the squeeze on me
Lotta homies in the cut
He got the beam on heem
Get em on gone
Been him
Yeah, I been on
Walking through this bitch with that shit on
Walking through this bitch getting hit on
Diamonds on the wrist
Make a baddie hit the splits
That tequila by the fif's what we sip on
Written by: Dakari Sanders, Dvontai Fields, Jesse Smith
