制作
出演艺人
Bandmanrill
声乐
LittleRichh
声乐
Hitmaka
表演者
作曲和作词
Bandmanrill
作曲
LittleRichh
作曲
制作和工程
Hitmaka
制作人
歌词
Hit back
(Oh no-no, oh, no, down)
(I'm gonna hold you, hold you down)
(Oh I'm gonna, I'm gonna hold you, hold you, hold you)
(Hold you down)
(Stupid, stupid)
Ceilings (Ceilings-ceilings)
I bust out the roof, I bust out the coupe, I'm way out of feelings (feelings-feelings)
I'm on my two's, I'm holding the fire, I can't wait to hit it (hit it-hit it)
I married to Louis, the shit out I'm wearing, he can't even get it (get it-get it)
Ceilings (Ceilings-ceilings) ceilings
I bust out the roof, I bust out the coupe, I'm way out of feelings (prrrrr)
I'm on my two's, I'm holding the fire, I can't wait to hit it yeah (hit it-hit it)
I'm married to Louis, the shit that I'm wearing you can't even get it (can't get it-can't get it)
Aye, all the shit that I'm wearing can't get that
Talk crazy, get punched where your lip at
All these bands they don't know how I get that
How they get on your mans you ain't get back?
How they get on your mans you ain't? huh
How they get on your mans you ain't get back?
How they get on your mans you ain't? huh
How they get on your mans you ain't get back?
Look how I'm playing my cards, you should know I've never been another dummy
I've been peeping this shit, I've been reading this shit all these **** they be moving funny
I got a beam in this shit, got a beam on that bitch I hit a **** 'bout my money
**** be saying they slime, huh wearing white bitch nose if it's runny, aye
(Stupid)
Ceilings (Ceilings-ceilings-ceilings)
I bust out the roof, I bust out the coupe, I'm way out of feelings (feelings-feelings)
I'm on my two's, I'm holding the fire, I can't wait to hit it (hit it-hit it)
I married to Louis, the shit out I'm wearing, he can't even get it (can't get it-can't get it-can't get it)
Ceilings (Ceilings-ceilings) ceilings
I bust out the roof, I bust out the coupe, I'm way out of feelings (prrrrr)
I'm on my two's, I'm holding the fire, I can't wait to hit it (hit it-hit it)
I'm married to Louis, the shit that I'm wearing you can't even get it (can't get it-can't get it)
How can I fuck with some bitches who broke, I double my digits
I don't wanna party, I don't wanna hang, I don't wanna kick it
I got some homies who died, I miss 'em, won't get in my feelings
I got some oppas who lacked on the bean, I get higher than ceilings
Gucci or Louis, we're going off white, can't make a decision
My ****, they call me the ticket, 'cause I got the vision through Cartier lenses
I could be Jordan or Pimpin', that's not what you needed, I'm Horace the dentist
I turn my bodies we winnin' just stick to the coke and I play it position
She want design and linen
She know it's a world that we living
Whatever she want I'ma get it no issue to spend it she like it expensive (prrrrr)
And I don't really care for the trendin' I stack it and flip it I came from the trenches
Ain't no love for them boys on the benches it's all to provide if you want to mention
(Stupid)
Ceilings (Ceilings-ceilings-ceilings)
I bust out the roof, I bust out the coupe, I'm way out of feelings (feelings-feelings)
I'm on my two's, I'm holding the fire, I can't wait to hit it (hit it-hit it)
I married to Louis, the shit out I'm wearing, he can't even get it (can't get it-can't get it)
Ceilings (Ceilings-ceilings) ceilings
I bust out the roof, I bust out the coupe, I'm way out of feelings (prrrrr)
I'm on my two's, I'm holding the fire, I can't wait to hit it (hit it-hit it)
I'm married to Louis, the shit that I'm wearing you can't even get it (can't get it-can't get it)
(You were bad for me)
(You could never be for me when I want yeah-yeah)
(You the one and best you)
(You the do for much can best you)
(And why so much I'm gonna leave you)
Written by: Bandmanrill, LittleRichh

