制作
出演艺人
Fooly
表演者
Jordan Hall
鼓
作曲和作词
Jordan Hall
词曲作者
制作和工程
King Carl
制作人
What Up Kal
制作人
歌词
Have you ever drop deuce in yo danimal\'s
Hunnid bitches surround me they cannibals
Meat eaters I dick em & slam em slow
Dump the cash on the mattress in close the doe
Shit I’m over yo teacher no superintendent
No pun intended The point intended
My lungs are offended Don’t pass me that shit all
Not again She wanna call up her friends
No we cannot be friends
You know how this shit ends yea
You know how this shit ends
Double the dose up again
Double it up like some twins
Bitch you bbl bought it syringe
Ant body making me cringe
You under the knife yet again
For attention from ninjas whose gonna pretend
Like he care when you say that you pregnant again
Gotchu you trading an abortion for Benz
That just ain’t making no sense
Ain’t really making any cents
But it is definitely making dollars
Cold pimping popping collars
Mean bite rock roller 96 impala
Tires skirting with my shottas
Bwa bwa bwa sound like Nudy in the choppa
My biggest issue is a liar pants on fire
Denzel man this man on fire
Roll me spliff get higher
Pass me a lighter
30 percenter got me looking tired
All in her cut she hit notes like Mariah
All this smoke they gone call fire fighters
All this smoke mane I gotta get higher
Dick in dick out I had to supplier
Friend dem paint them yo home girl a bitter
Running from back shots she turn to a spider
The way that I hit it you’d think it’s for hire
After that Fooly rolling like Michelin man
Barney with me but it ain’t for the kids
A half of the purple ain’t smoking no cigs
Talking that shit like the kid that Did
Drip
Vanclef just cause I like ya
That’s ass in them pants
She ain’t sew on no diaper
Yea you know how I like em
So if it ain’t natural I tell the streets
It can keep her
Written by: Jordan Hall