Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luci4
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dear
Songwriter
Lyrics
Oh, at least one K a fit, bitch, broke **** like "Woah"
At least one K a fit, bitch, broke **** like "Woah"
At least one K a fit, bitch, broke **** like "Woah-oah-oah"
Fit-fit-fit-fit
I'm buyin' clothes, I'm shootin' poles
I fucked your ho, she fuckin' choked
She get a dub, eighty-three hoes
Nobody see me, nobody knows
You wanna be me, you wanna pose
I took her life force, I gave her Os
You flexin' rolls, give me those
You **** marks and it fuckin' shows
My **** marksmen, they totin' poles
And if you know 'bout us, you know we throw them blow-blow-blow
Lit, bitch, we throw them rolls
Now I'm fuckin' on his bitch
Got a ho like, "Oh" (Oh)
Oh-oh (Oh), oh-oh
**** not doing shit, bitch, you **** don't got goals
You ain't never gon' get rich if you worry 'bout hoes
At least one K a fit, bitch, broke **** like
"Woah"
I'm buyin' clothes, I'm shootin' poles
I fucked your ho, she fuckin' choked
She get a dub, eighty-three hoes
Nobody see me, nobody knows
You wanna be me, you wanna p—
Written by: James Dear
