制作
出演艺人
Pasto Flocco
表演者
作曲和作词
Artem Kvasnitski
词曲作者
Johnathon Lacon
词曲作者
Tevon Tapper
词曲作者
制作和工程
Anthony “Keys”Villena
工程师
Nick Cavalieri
母带工程师
Bluffa
制作人
J6
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
She like, "Why you don't check no text?" baby, I'm lit like that
I got addicted to racks, ever since middle school, I been had swag
I'm not an emo, but I wear all black, back then was a dub now, I'm breaking her back
You can bring your friends, they can fuck with my slats
Shawty, fuck with the gang, 'cause the whole squad rap
Getting rich off a mic, now, she want a new ass
I can't get you an ass, I can bring you a bag
[Verse 2]
Ridin' around with the tints, see an opp, grab the strap
I ain't using no cards, I'm paying in cash
I can't walk through the mall 'cause the fans on my ass
He's talking that hot shit, now he under the grass
[Verse 3]
Got a rack in my hand and it's thick like a book
**** stealing my swag, anything for the look
Stop fronting, boy, you know what your little ass took
Yeah, I know you an opp, I could tell how you look
[Verse 4]
Back out that stick, got him begging, "Don't shoot"
I don't know you so, the choppa go (Boom, boom, boom)
Ride around town in the AMG coupe
Just like some ice cream, your hoe got scooped
[Verse 5]
She like, "Why you don't check no text?" baby, I'm lit like that
I got addicted to racks, ever since middle school, I been had swag
I'm not an emo but I wear all black, back then was a dub now, I'm breaking her back
You can bring your friends, they can fuck with my slats
Shawty, fuck with the gang, 'cause the whole squad rap
Getting rich off a mic, now, she want a new ass
I can't get you an ass, I can bring you a bag
[Verse 6]
Ridin' around with the tints, see an opp, grab the strap
I ain't using no cards, I be paying in cash
Can't walk through the mall 'cause the fans on my ass
He's talking that hot shit, now he under the grass
[Verse 7]
Got a rack in my hand and it's thick like a book
**** stealing my swag, anything for the look
Stop fronting, boy, you know what your little ass took
Yeah, I know you an opp, I could tell how you look
Back out that stick, got him begging, "Don't shoot"
I don't know you so, the choppa go (Boom, boom, boom)
Ride around town in the AMG coupe
Just like some ice cream, your hoe got scooped
[Verse 8]
She like, "Why you don't check no text?" baby, I'm lit like that
I got addicted to racks, ever since middle school, I been had swag
I'm not an emo, but I wear all black, back then was a dub now, I'm breaking her back
You can bring your friends, they can fuck with my slats
Shawty, fuck with the gang, 'cause the whole squad rap
Getting rich off a mic, now, she want a new ass
I can't get you an ass, I can bring you a bag
[Verse 9]
Ridin' around with the tints, see an opp, grab the strap
I ain't using no card, bitch, I'm paying in cash
Can't walk through the mall, 'cause the fans on my ass
He was talking that hot shit, now he under the grass
[Verse 10]
Got a rack in my hand and it's thick like a book
**** stealing my swag, anything for the look
Stop fronting, boy, you know what your little ass took
Yeah, I know you an opp, I could tell how you look
Back out that stick, got him begging, "Don't shoot"
I don't know you so, the choppa go (Boom, boom, boom)
Ride around town in the AMG coupe
Just like some ice cream, your hoe got scooped
[Verse 11]
She like, "Why you don't check no text?" baby, I'm lit like that
I got addicted to racks, ever since middle school, I been had swag
I'm not an emo, but I wear all black, back then was a dub now, I'm breaking her back
You can bring your friends, they can fuck with my slats
Written by: Artem Kvasnitski, Johnathon Lacon, Tevon Tapper
