制作
作曲和作词
Audwin Jalen Gray
词曲作者
制作和工程
Oddwin
制作人
Ferdi
制作人
歌词
I been ridin' round town, ridin' with my clique
Pull them choppas out, yeah, we be dumpin' them clips
Spent a few bands, I just been coppin' them fits
I got money on me, I'm makin' triple yo' rent
Y'all shit is gettin' too old
I just be uppin' the pole
My wrist is covered in chrome
They been fiending, they callin' my phone
And this weed that I'm takin' too strong
Take a hit and I'm feelin' too gone
Baby Keem, bitch, I keep me 2 phones
You cannot take me out of my zone
Mm-mm, they don't know what they should say
Mm-mm, uppin' the choppa, I spray
Mm-mm, duckin' when we spray the K
Watchin' they body decay
Better duck down out the way
Turnin' up, I get what I deserve
I'mma hop in that lane, then I swerve
Tryna jab on my style, y'all just surf
They can't copy my wave, that's for sure
I be rockin' the team on my shirt
Did me wrong, so I'm doin' 'em worse
50 racks, so I bought her a purse
Brand new bag for my bitch, she deserves it
Copy my flows, they too perfect
Hop off my wave, I be swaggin' and surfin'
All of these ****, they worthless
Talk to my choppa, they get 'em to flirtin'
I just be twistin' my wrist when I'm up in the kitchen
I'm putting this work in
All of these ****, their writing's so weak, got me writin' my shit up in cursive (I can't write in cursive for shit)
Mm-mm, they don't know what they should say (But we here today)
Mm-mm, uppin' the choppa, I spray (My hand writing's actually pretty bad)
Mm-mm, duckin' when we spray the K (That chicken scratch shit)
Watchin' they body decay (But fuck it, we on the way)
Better duck down out the way (Shuh!)
He better duck down
Yo' bitch right here, we bouta' fuck now
That shit be blah-blah-blah how they run mouth
Do it be blah-blah-blah how my gun sound?
It just be rah-tah-tah-tah how they be rats
Shit, I'm way too high, on the PE$O pack
My dick long, look like a baseball bat
I be eatin' her ass 'cause the cake so fat
If that boy is a opp, he get 'ducted by demons
Free my Willy, how she swallowing semen
Takin' these iron shells like a vegan
Stay in her throat, how's she breathin'?
I stay with the squad, I don't fuck with a heathen
Keepin' my circle small
Circus elephant how she gon' stay on my balls
Im greedy, I'm gon be takin' it all
I think your bitch is a hit or quit it
She ride my stick like she playin' Quidditch
She smack the rump like she jiggin' with it
A cups, but there's jiggle physics
Shuh! We gon' cook em on live like MasterChef
They call me "motherfucker," that's correct
My dick turns to the left, but they know that I'm keeping it straight
Bitch
Mm-mm, they don't know what they should say (Ah, aah)
Mm-mm, uppin' the choppa, I spray (Ah, aah)
Mm-mm, duckin' when we spray the K (Ah, aah)
Watchin' they body decay (Ah, aah)
Better duck down out the way (Ah, aah)
Written by: Audwin Jalen Gray