Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BERNA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BERNA
Composer
Mazza Beats
Composer
Mazza
Songwriter
Bernoulli Ganda-E-Ndzea
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mazza Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah I'm a bandit
Came up broke never had shit
Now the mattress got stacks in elastics
I put the p in plastics
Brick phone doing tantrums
Big bro packs doing backflips
And that kid right there he has been
And that chick be a witch with the way that the girl do hand tricks
Fuckin' up checks, no manners
Whole squad digital dashers
Fuck with my gwop I turn savage
Pull up with Sabres like Maverick
My young bull will cause damage
Look at the outcome it's tragic
One in his head back callas him
Grab it and crash him
Glitter Margielas on my feet
No I ain't faking this landing
[Verse 2]
Uh, broke days, had no cake
Had the all white Reeboks with no lace
Now I'm grindin' all day till my bones ache
And the olders told us from a young age
If he ain't from your estate let your tech spray
Wait, me and them we can never be mates
These roads you can never be safe
Bad bitch got bunda but she can never be bae
[Verse 3]
I'll prolly nut in her face
Then tell her I'm late
So I gotta skate, ok
I took one chick to the show
Surround her with stars
Now she think that she's in a Wraith
Valentino Just to boost my ego
From the fucking jungle
In this Bathing Ape
I do this shit just like everyday
We gonna get in every way
[Verse 4]
24/7 we getting paid
Said that I couldn't do it but I did it anyway
Roll up a zeggey and watch how I levitate
Brodie still moving weight
And she said she love me
But she don't wanna tell you
But she gon' confess in the car like she young MA
Leave that for another day
I'm fucked in another way
[Verse 5]
But damn that's a nice chain
Pull up like, "Who's on volts?"
Fuck that put shoes on throats
Hang him up like hoodies and coats
Someone call the teacher
I'm tryna bully mans bro
Bro said do it just like Matt Hardy
Twist man's fate if I put him on ropes
I was just tryna do it like i'm Cardi
And have 3 migos pull up on smoke
[Verse 6]
Smoke
Tryna eat well like a vegan, uh
Coming like a tap drip leaking, uh
Christian Louboutin, feet bleeding uh
Me and mumsy had to wait for the bus
Now we in the spaceship speeding uh
Some man switched sides on the guys that's treason
[Verse 7]
But I'll cut em off that's no stress
Don't holla at me we ain't blessed
Bro in the bando send texts
And my bro in the block he's got techs
Tryna aim at chest n not legs
Berna's fly with no jet, no stress
She gon' use both hands, ambidex
Came with my dog and we ain't no pets
Like a squirrel leave a nut on her breast
I got a chick
She keep my stack at her crib
And I guarantee she ain't touch shit
She get annoyed when I don't give her dick
But I don't understand her cuh she got a lisp
I grab on her bundles whenever we rumble
Don't get pissed when I mess up her wig
All of this frr on me
Canadian goose and I call that shit Views From the Six
[Verse 8]
Yeah, I'm drizzy
Fuck up a check and I fuck up the city
I'm rolling wit Shh, he came with a blikky
He finna spray it if they moving silly
Business is business and we getting busy
All of my trappers are servin' them kitties
And we're doing numbers ain't do no ticky
Don't get high on your own supply
I seen some real brudda turn into nitties
I might just mix up some Fanta with cherry b
I saw my life change when I was like 17
I had the labels n DJ's all belling me
I want a milli, won't do it for 70
Back in the day, man, these bitches weren't feeling us
Thank you for all the dreams you were selling me
I got some drip then I said, "What you telling me?"
Now they all love me 'cause they see a better me
[Verse 9]
Course they love it
Try hit my dog with an AM
Course he buss it
That **** try do man dirty
Of course I ain't gon' brush it
And the stack in box look healthy
Can't look and you sure can't touch it
Touch it
Written by: BERNA, Bernoulli Ganda-E-Ndzea, Mazza, Mazza Beats