音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Young Nudy
声乐
作曲和作词
Quantavious T. Thomas
词曲作者
Edward Maclin Cooper III
词曲作者
制作和工程
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
混音工程师
Coupe
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
What was it called for
What was it called for
What was it called for
What was it called for
What was the reason
What was the reason
Tell me the reason why the fuck y'all folks ain't breathing
[Verse 2]
What that stick look like
Tell me what it hit like
Tell me what that kick back
Let them pussy boys get back
Tell my folks to relax
Tell them folks they can't handle that
Have my folks had pull up and they stick that
Boy, we on that bullshit
Hang in the hood 'partments
You can't come in my 'partment
Strip that boy regardless
Everything 'bout fuck shit
Bullshit, bitch I love it
Slidin' whenever it get the toughest
[Verse 3]
Bitch ass ****, they bluffin'
They ain't shooting nothing
All them **** been hidin'
They know how we slide
I got all these hoes
All these hoes wanna ride
They know who got money
All these hoes wan' ride, just dick ride
Wanna hang out with my gang, we on Eastside
Bitch ass **** y'all broke
Y'all **** cannot be nothing like I
Bitch, I'm fly, yeah, shawty stay high
Shawty like a motherfuckin' bird in the sky
[Verse 4]
Bitch, bitch we on PJ
Got your P's on the PJ
Getting money how we play
Can't be broke aye bitch no way
Bitch ain't gonna fuck, you ain't got no money
Boy, go get you some cake
You just give lil' bitch a lil' slice
Get a lotta money, man, that shit look light
[Verse 5]
What that stick look like
Tell me what it hit like
Tell me what that kick back
Let them pussy boys get back
Tell my folks to relax
Tell them folks they can't handle that
Have my folks had pull up and they stick that
Boy, we on that bullshit
Hang in the hood 'partments
You can't come in my 'partment
Strip that boy regardless
Everything 'bout fuck shit
Bullshit, bitch I love it
Slidin' whenever it get the toughest
[Verse 6]
And I like the ice in my cup light
Gotta fill that bitch up, Prometha' with the Sprite (Dirty Sprite, yeah)
Police saying that your cup ain't looking right
Sipping this red, shawty done stepped on kryptonite
In the trap, you know we serve that kryptonite
You what crystal ****, you can get it white
We got ice and we got crack, what you like?
Real weed, what your trap been beatin' like?
Nothing but P's, what your trap be smelling like?
Talkin' with bro when it's twelve o'clock at night
Throwing clothes I got J's all night
So shut the door ****, you can get it right
[Verse 7]
What that stick look like
Tell me what it hit like
Tell me what that kick back
Let them pussy boys get back
Tell my folks to relax
Tell them folks they can't handle that
Have my folks had pull up and they stick that
Boy, we on that bullshit
Hang in the hood 'partments
You can't come in my 'partment
Strip that boy regardless
Everything 'bout fuck shit
Bullshit, bitch I love it
Slidin' whenever it get the toughest
Written by: Edward Maclin Cooper III, Quantavious T. Thomas
