Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
Ronny J
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
Ronald Spence Jr.
Songwriter
Edwin Morina
Songwriter
Eric Mullegger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fresh THPharmacy
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Ronny J
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
La-la-la (Huh)
La-la-la-la (Huh)
La-la-a, la-la-la
Oh, my god, Ronny! (Stupid)
[Verse 2]
Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her
She want a bite, dick game Ned Flanders
She said that, really nice
With my ice, I drown her
I found her soul in the night
She's a salamander, cold-blooded the type
[Verse 3]
Yuh! This ain't that, bitch (Yuh!), that ain't this (Yuh!), yuh (Yuh!)
This ain't that, bitch (Yuh!), that ain't this (Yuh!), yuh (Water!)
This ain't that, bitch (Yuh!), that ain't this (Yuh!), yuh (Bitch!)
Is that him that's talking shit?
Bend him like a brim (Yuh!)
[Verse 4]
I know she gon' swallow like the bitch can't swim, yuh
Hit her with a follow and the bitch gain ten, yuh
Who the fuck the reaper? Fuck that **** named Grim, yuh
I am one with light inside the darkness of the den, yuh
I'm a god, but I'm still praising God, too
I know a **** know dogs, sell dog food
Know my game on point, no harpoon
Know these **** said I'm fried, so I told 'em get fist
'Cause these **** too old, too broke too (Ayy, ayy)
Cut em' off my frequency, no Pro Tools (Ayy)
Blue cheese and blue jeans and you know they're Balmains
So they come with the wrinkles like a Pug do (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
[Verse 5]
Yuh! This ain't that, bitch, that ain't this, yuh!
This ain't that, bitch (Yeah!), that ain't this, yuh! (Woo!)
This ain't that, bitch (Ha-ah!), that ain't this, yuh! (Bitch!)
Is that him that's talking shit?
Bend him like a brim (Let's go!), yuh!
[Verse 6]
Gucci on my body feel like water, I can't swim (Yuh!)
So I bought a Gucci rubber ducky with the fins (Yuh!)
When I was a youngin', hid at home, I was 10 (Yuh!)
Told my Dad, "I'm selling molly," ninth grade in (Yuh!)
You are now inside of my mind
It is very black and white, no mime
I put diamonds up on my time, mmm
Laid back sipping Fiji with the lime, do
She an animal, eat me like bamboo
Young ****, and I'm sly like Cantu
[Verse 7]
Yuh! This ain't that, bitch (Yuh!), that ain't this (Yuh!), yuh (Bitch!)
This ain't that, bitch (Yuh!), that ain't this, yuh (Woo!)
This ain't that, bitch, that ain't this, yuh (Water!)
Is that him that's talking shit? (Bitch!)
Bend him like a brim (Bitch!), yuh!
[Verse 8]
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Written by: Edwin Morina, Eric Mullegger, Ronald Spence Jr., Stokeley Goulbourne
