Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Demetrius James Burrows
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetrius James Burrows
Songwriter
Eric Martin Marin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demetrius James Burrows
Mixing Engineer
Eric Martin Marin
Producer
Lyrics
Hit your ass with the
Swanton Bomb
Hit they ass with the Swanton Bomb
Feel like Jeff Hardy in this bitch with Matt Hardy
Rockin' Ed Hardy But to be honest, I ain't never had no Ed Hardy
I feel like Tom Hardy
Feel like Bane, feel like Venom
Walk in this bitch and, I'm vapeing ' I flip my cards, lil bitch, all Aces
Feelin like God, in this bitch true blessings
I Rememer a time when a **** was desperate
I want more cause I had less than
**** I ain't even showed my best hand
**** been stamped, Stripes all on my chest
Bitch, all on my body, ****, thinkin' I'm Keith Sweat
Do you just like Bobby leave you for a Whitney yes
Fuck these **** talkin' to, like, I ain't, turn up, ****
Like, who done set this shit up? Who ain't never gave this shit up
You cropped yourself up out the picture
I want hits like Sonny Liston A bad boy, a dirty piston
Under lights like every night, like this Christmas
And I'm scratchin' shit off my wish And my bitch taste delicious
I ain't doin' all that goin' back and forth
But I'ma always go the distance
I can give you what you want, don't pivot
I've been good on my own, but I miss this
I've been feelin' less control, but I picked this
I done lost my bitch, now I'm back fishin
It don't matter, hit or miss, keep it pimpin
Baby, don't you say what's up to these ****
Baby, bet not show no love to these ****
Baby, just keep it a buck with a ****
It ain't bout pockets, but you know that mines is bigger
She hop around, I done nickname her Tigger
They movin' right, I'm movin' left, on these ****
You can tell how I walk in
Walk in this bitch and, I'm vapeing ' I flip my cards, lil bitch, all Aces
Feelin like God, in this bitch true blessings
I Rememer a time when a **** was desperate
I want more cause I had less than
**** I ain't even showed my best hand
**** been stamped, Stripes all on my chest
Bitch, all on my body, ****, thinkin' I'm Keith Sweat
Do you just like Bobby leave you for a Whitney yes
Fuck these **** talkin' to, like, I ain't, turn up, ****
Like, who done set this shit up? Who ain't never gave this shit up
Written by: Demetrius James Burrows, Eric Martin Marin
