Featured In
Top Songs By G-Eazy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
Vocals
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
French Montana
Vocals
Ant Clemons
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Khaleel Kenyatta Griffin
Songwriter
Raynford Humphrey
Songwriter
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Songwriter
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jetsonmade
Producer
1stClass
Producer
Dakari
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Jonny Breakwell
Recording Engineer
Alessandro Di Camillo
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[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