制作

作曲和作词
Desmond Ross
Desmond Ross
词曲作者
制作和工程
Edgar Gómez
Edgar Gómez
工程师

歌词

I'll die about
Don't tell em that you don't fuck wit me
Tell em you can't lil ****
Don't lie about
Tell em I'm back on my shit
And you hate that I'm lit
Lil **** don't cry bout it
Pussy
I wanted the top spot so I took it
You know it's three Michelin stars
If I cook it
Its prolly way too far if I took
Fuck itI'll die about
Don't tell em that you don't fuck wit me tell em you can't lil ****
Don't lie about
Tell em I'm back on my Shit
And you hate that I'm lit
Lil **** don't cry bout it Pussy
I wanted the top spot so I took it
You know it's three Michelin stars
If I cook it
Its prolly way too far if I took it
Fuck it I'll die bout it
Don't tell 'em thatchu on't fuck wit me, tell em you can't
Tell 'em you wish you was gang
Tell 'em you rap and I rap but this shit not the same
Vibe in a whole different lane
You hate that ya bitch know my name
I'll make ya bitch walk the blade
My lil bitch serve face
I serve the base
I'm back in the kitchen
I'm Working my wrist
This shit is pure cocaine
No cap in my rap
If I said it I did
I was broke still had bitches from city to city
I'm traveling different
I picked up my pivot
I need it I get it
Amex wit no limit
Nine stay tucked
And it squeeze like a lemon
If the beef bout a bitch
I'll prolly dead it
You mad at ya bitch
Cuz she want me I get it
Cuz who in my city as jiggy as me
Who in my city as litty as me
She like when I rap
But she love when I sing
She get food dick and money
But won't get a ring
Took a break now I'm back
And I'm talking my shit
This summer we lit
Dropping hit after hit
Long as I'm living
I'm winning
Gotta get me a billy
I swear ima die before quitting
I'll die about
Don't tell em that you don't fuck wit me
Tell em you can't lil ****
Don't lie about
Tell em I'm back on my Shit
And you hate that I'm lit
Lil **** don't cry bout it pussy
I wanted the top spot so I took it
You know it's three Michelin stars
If I cook it
Its prolly way too far if I took
Fuck it I'll die about
Don't tell em that you don't fuck Wit me
Tell em you can't lil ****
Don't lie about
Tell em I'm back on my Shit
And you hate that I'm lit
Lil **** don't cry bout it Pussy
I wanted the top spot so I took it
You know it's three Michelin stars
If I cook it
Its prolly way too far if I took it
They call my phone
Like when you dropping ****
Know we need that shit that got that bop up in it
Every drop I get a whole new flock of bitches
When you **** drop I hear a lot of crickets
Wit this rappin shit I'm different
Switched up my pimpin
I had me a doctor
I'm back on the strippers
And bitches who know how to go out and get it
You know how I get when I'm lit
Get to talking my shit
Tryna knock sumn
College boy, **** I'm not dumb
My lil **** dropped out, and he'll drop sumn If it's up it's up bitch we is not runnin
But I rather go get me some money
Then beef wit a **** with nothing
Bout nothing this shit can get ugly
I'm not bout to fuck up my bag for You
Bitch I got way too much swag for You I always did what I had to do
If you counted me out
I feel bad for you
I'm not bout to fuck up my bag for You
Bitch I got way too much swag for You
I always did what I had to do
If you counted me out
I feel bad for you
Cuz **** I'll
Die about
Don't tell em that you don't fuck wit me
Tell em you can't lil ****
Don't lie about
Tell em I'm back on my shit
And you hate that I'm lit
Lil **** don't cry bout it pussy
I wanted the top spot so I took it
You know it's three Michelin stars
If I cook it
Its prolly way too far if I took
Fuck it
I'll die about
Don't tell em that you don't fuck wit me
Tell em you can't lil ****
Don't lie about
Tell em I'm back on my shit
And you hate that I'm lit
Lil **** don't cry bout it pussy
I wanted the top spot so I took it
You know it's three Michelin stars
If I cook it
Its prolly way too far if I took it
Fuck it I'll die bout it
Written by: Desmond Ross
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