Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Barretta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barretta Autumari
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
benny.
Producer
Lyrics
It ain't our ball?
Yea, yea, yea, yea
I'm the one that make the shit that make you cla
**** diss, you the one that gotta fiend to make some racks
I make a hit, I don't gotta show no cheese to know I'm that
Yeah, these pockets fat
You know he mad, he can't compete, he's just a brat
Come show your stats
I took a shit up out the bank, don't give a crap
I put some Rickies on the feet to give her class
Boy, I got archive on my jeans, you can't even match
This number (N) ine T on my back, I keep it practical
Bitch why you keep flaggin', yeah, my team they catch you saggin' off
Feel like Thor, I keep that hammer like I'm Ragnarok
3.5, stuffed up in my wood, might have you tapping out
I was humble, pop my shit, I got my bragging right
They was pussy, I got dirty, that was backing out
I ain't worried, got more dollars in the fashion life
Pussy, how many times you ain't even passed the pint?
Go ahead, change gears on this pussy like a mountain bike
Who the tattle type? You don't want this battle fight
It got crashed connection, trash up in the satellite
She shake ass and throw it back, cause that's her appetite
I crash before they find me and than slap and die
I'm the one that make the shit that make you clap
**** diss, you the one that gotta fiend to make some racks
I make a hit, I don't gotta show no cheese to know I'm that
Yeah, these pockets fat
You know he mad, he can't compete, he's just a brat
Come show your stats
I took a shit up out the bank, don't give a crap
I put some Rickies on the feet to give her class
Boy, I got archive on my jeans, you can't even match
This number (N) ine T on my back, I keep it practical
Bitch why you keep flaggin', yeah, my team they catch you saggin' off
Feel like Thor, I keep that hammer like I'm Ragnarok
3.5, stuffed up in my wood, might have you tapping out
I was humble, pop my shit, I got my bragging right
They was pussy, I got dirty, that was backing out
I ain't worried, got more dollars in the fashion life
Pussy, how many times you ain't even passed the pint?
Go ahead, change gears on this pussy like a mountain bike
Who the tattle type? You don't want this battle fight
It got crashed connection, trash up in the satellite
She shake ass and throw it back, cause that's her appetite
Written by: Barretta Autumari
