Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ToppNotch
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trap Maul WT$
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dezzie Gee
Producer
Lyrics
And like
Ain't nobody gone treat you better
Than you getting it over here
Type shit, foreal
I mean if you want to slide that way
You can do what you please
But, nobody
Hotel Costa Mesa
Got me thinkin bout millions
I'm trynna get up in my bag
You trynna get up in your feelings
Is they friends, is they opps
I can't even really tell the difference
All I know is I'm full speeding
On the way to this chicken
Coupe sliding through the traffic
Put this shh on a jacket
Quick pray to keep me balanced
I'm trynna work on my habits
Cause I know how this gets
And I be quick just to crash it
Lately I've been trynna ball like the Mavericks
Cause I'm far from the average
You ain't adding to the team you subtracting
Takin Casa Migos shots
Driving boats like the captain
Taylor Port with yo chick
I'm in this coupe, losing traction
Benihanas for the plates
Takin pics of the salad
If it ain't about no bread then you really can have it
What you see
Is what you get
And I ain't leaving no caption
I was drunk, lost the keys to the room
She was laughing
Dropped her off to you later
Like it's love, hit me after
Ain't nobody gone do me like I do you
Hit it from the back
Make you say ooh oooooooh
Have you sliding with me through traffic
She said baby let me hold on the magnum
This is real life
Baby Imma beat that thang up
Like every night
I just want to uh uh in real life
I just want to do what I do
Every night
This foreal
I ain't never popped no thirty off a pill
This foreal
I'm a real player, Imma get it off a deal
We kick it cause my game different
Got a couple homies
You should bring your friends with you
Call her my summer slight
I think that name fits you
Third hoodie you done stole
Look how them thangs fit you
Might even slide tonight
Girl I ain't playing with you
Can't nobody love you better baby
Keep it simple
He still blowing up your phone
Man what's little buddy issue
I'll have you back in the morning
Before he lose his mental
And I'm like
Ain't nobody gone do me like I do you
Hit it from the back
Make you say ooh ooooh
Type shit foreal
Have you sliding with me through traffic
She said baby let me hold on the magnum
Ain't nobody gone do me like I do you
Hit it from the back
Make you say ooh ooooh
Some shit I shouldn't have to tell you
You should already like really know that shit
Foreal, just be time you don't be listening
Big shoutout to Aunt Dede too though
Smooth operate with the Chaka Khan put on
Type shit foreal
Written by: Trap Maul WT$
