Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ro Ransom
Performer
Kensei Abbot
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Gale
Composer
Atilla Elçi
Composer
Stefan Gale
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ro Ransom
Mixing Engineer
Hiko Momoji
Producer
Gilbert Benitez
Mixing Engineer
Peter Letros
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Ay, yeah
Bitches wanna take me home, 'cause I got floetry (Yeah)
I just can't keep track of time with all these hoes on me (Yuh)
VVS my collar bone, and now they notice me
These boys a joke to me, I'm in the hood, like I got dope on me (Woo)
[Verse 2]
They out here mixin' shit, be careful with that coca leaf (Uh)
Boy, these white girls in here racist dawg, I hope they leave (Kick 'em out)
I might just go Kelis (Yuh), I can put a ho on freeze (Yuh)
I'ma ride a slope on skis (Yuh), head like I'm floatin' on E (Brr)
Diamonds is loud in my ear (Uh), I'm 'bout to drown, I can't hear (Uh)
Tell Lady Gaga I'm ready (Uh), I need an Italian this year (I need an Italian)
[Verse 3]
My new girl Korean, body like she Caribbean
Money European (Yeah), I'm the reborn Aaliyah
My teachers told me that I wouldn't be shit
Not Ms. Rosenberg, she was on some G shit
They want that mystery, well, can you keep a secret? (Yuh)
I can see the future when my tree is lit
[Verse 4]
Bitches wanna take me home, 'cause I got floetry (Yeah)
I just can't keep track of time with all these hoes on me (Yuh)
VVS my collar bone, (Yeah) and now they notice me (Yeah)
These boys a joke to me, (Yeah) I'm in the hood, (Yeah) like I got dope on me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 5]
Cut it up (Cut it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Your bitch, she want me bad (Yuh)
I fucked it up (Yeah)
I'm gettin' lots of money now, in the cut (Ice, ice)
I got a dosage in my now, and I'm wet (And I'm wet)
I been smokin' with them fiends, dodgin' texts (Brr)
She don't call it sex no more (Yeah)
I can't be in love (In love)
Boy, you know the sun sets on everyone I touch (I touch)
I can't love you back, (No) I got hoes on deck (Oh yeah)
I put myself in a Porsche (Woo)
Smokin', I'm smokin' a torch (Torch ,woo)
I fucked up, I'm sorry
What else do you want from me? (Yeah)
My bitch love me bad, my bad, I got these hoes in bags (Yeah)
Told myself I'd leave myself inside my fuckin' bag
[Verse 6]
Bitches wanna take me home, 'cause I got floetry (Yeah)
I just can't keep track of time with all these hoes on me (Yuh)
VVS my collar bone, and now they notice me
These boys a joke to me, I'm in the hood, like I got dope on me
Written by: Atilla Elçi, Noah Gale, Stefan Gale