積分
演出藝人
G-Eazy
聲樂
Moneybagg Yo
聲樂
French Montana
聲樂
Ant Clemons
聲樂
詞曲
Gerald Gillum
詞曲創作
Khaleel Kenyatta Griffin
詞曲創作
Raynford Humphrey
詞曲創作
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
詞曲創作
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
詞曲創作
Karim Kharbouch
詞曲創作
Tahj Morgan
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
jetsonmade
製作人
1stClass
製作人
Dakari
錄音師
Jaycen Joshua
混音師
Jacob Richards
助理工程師
Mike Seaberg
助理工程師
DJ Riggins
助理工程師
Jonny Breakwell
錄音師
Alessandro Di Camillo
助理工程師
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers
[Verse 2]
Fuck you talking about bitch?
You sound stupid you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist
Mixing new Celine with Palace
Drink liquor all night, green juice all day, life's all about balance
Listen, think before you talk it might just be some goons around us
You trippin' and tonight you gon' find out how wild #TheTown is
And everything's not fiction, it ain't nothing fake about us
Been searching for my hot girl I told Megan bring some Stallions
At fashion week Milan, I'm out here snatching these Italians
They gon' drop the ball, the only thing I drop is platinum albums
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I'm pulling up like Bam Bam all on your mattress
[Verse 3]
Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers
[Verse 4]
If you thinking I'm fucking your, bitch ask her
I told her play her part, never
I can see right through the lie, Casper
Shot you right to the top, NASA
You **** cappers but my extendo as long as a cane
I'm not a rapper, got raised by trappers they taught me the game
Got on them frames by Louis, but I wear my heart on my sleeve
These Amiris not Trueys, we did that it in 2013
Snap back you **** so 'cap' man, it's clear your wallets are tapped
Dick in her mouth, I'm feelin' her gap
No rap cap, 100k in my lap
[Verse 5]
Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers
[Verse 6]
Yeah, bitch you not a factor, you just a actor
Hit her from the back, aye she got it backwards
Feel like I'm the shit, like where my Pampers?
Thousand dollar tip, yeah, for all the dancers
Took a stylish bitch, aye, right to the Hamptons
Now she on the injured list, yeah, 'cause she was active
They be fighting for the dick, yeah, 'cause I'm attractive
Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet
This is not an instant replay, this life for real
They gon' do whatever we say that's la famill'
Today feel just like my b-day, just signed a deal
I think she down for the three-way, she said she will!
Seen that ass I want to jump on, that shit go, "Bum-bum"
Her face I want to bust on she said, "Uh-uh"
"You gon' fuck up my makeup," skeet on her Revlon
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain't no love song!
[Verse 7]
Fuck a scrimmage this ain't practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch I fold them like a futon mattress
We don't fuck with full time cappers
We don't fuck with full time cappers
Written by: Anthony Clemons, Jr., Demario Dewayne White, Jr., Gerald Gillum, Karim Kharbouch, Khaleel Kenyatta Griffin, Raynford Humphrey, Tahj Morgan
