Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
Vocals
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Kalon Berry
Songwriter
Destin Route
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kal Banx
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(I always wanted to do one of these type shits)
[Verse 2]
Uh, I had a yellow girl, call her Dandelion
She be pantiless, so no panty lines
She from Campbellton, off of County Line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though
She fucked me, tryna pluck a couple bucks like a banjo
Had a girl that was artist, she could draw her name, "Tracy"
She always outta line, makin' Mona Lisa faces
And we'd argue all the time, but we fuck like we crazy
She said her favorite thing is face painting
[Verse 3]
I used to have this white shawty always hangin' with the black folk
She used to bump Black Thought, I saw her using black soap
That's a whack thought, ain't wanna kick her to the curb
Until she asked me can she say the N-word
(Hey, can I say **** 'round you?) Some nerve
I knew a girl from Jersey, used to love Donny Hathaway
And she's from Piscataway, her brother pulled a gun on me
She told him put the gat away
I was tappin' that ass, I'll never forget the Saturday
But it don't even matter like D'Angelo and Lau' Hill
I had a country girl from Alabama down in Mobile
At that time, she had mo' bills than me
And she hurt, had no time to chill with me
I still miss her, I wonder, where could she be?
[Verse 4]
Hand me the Fronto leaf
(Hey Daniel bro, I don't think we got no mo')
Aight, le-lets go to the store
(Aight ****, but shit, we drivin' yo shit) You drivin'?
[Verse 5]
Young ****, you don't know nothin' about no bitches
Listen
[Verse 6]
Now, as we smoke and ride and reminisce
I'm thinkin' back to a time when I was young and dumb with single **** privileges
I had a chick, her name was Lauraine, did anything for me
On the day she get her hair done, walk in the rain for me
Picked Sharika up in stolen cars, she wasn't ashamed at me
Trappin' hard, slept on the floor and never complained to me
My baby went into stores and did a thing for me
Even ran from police and got it back on the train for me
Lame to me, half of these bitches, laugh at these bitches
To the point you go on IG and you can rap for these bitches
Not to say I wouldn't tackle these bitches given the chance
If it happened, it were destiny, shit was outta my hands, all I'm sayin'
[Verse 7]
Man, they say karma is constant
That mean it's just, it's a consistent cycle of good and bad, comin' and goin'
From every source of life existin' on Earth, so
If I fucked a bitch real good back in the day, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm talkin' like real good and like made her feel, you know
Like the woman it made her into the woman that she is right now, then
I expect somebody should be comin' to fuck me real good, any day now
I mean, it's karma right?
Written by: Jermaine Cole, Clifford Joseph Harris Jr., Kalon Berry