Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Vocals
CP Dubb
Programming
Ron Sizzle
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Washington
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Ronald Smith
Songwriter
Barrington Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CP Dubb
Producer
Ron Sizzle
Producer
Play Picasso
Mixing Engineer
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Mike Romero
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Foot on necks
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I say word to my ex, I might never fall in love again (What?)
Chase nothin' but the liquor in the cup again
I did a show, I'm leavin' with a hunnid bands
And I ain't stut—, stut—, stu-stutter, man
Yeah, I got two birds, like Stunna, man (Brrr)
Hotline bling, that's a hunnid bands (Brrr)
In the night club, they be like "You done it, man" (Oh, yeah)
In the night, chain lookin' like "Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh"
Got the house party all tilted (It's lit)
I fuck that girl, said, "Fuck my girl", I feel guilty
Gotta feel me, I'm filthy (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
I call a lot of women, "Bae", but you my real bae
She got that ice cream, she supersize it, **** (Supersize)
Swimmin' in it feelin' like a scuba-diver, **** (Scuba dive)
Say you got my point, this besides it, ****
You can't even sit that ass beside a ****, whoa (Go)
I'm in your city on some hot shit
I fuck, her, her, her, I'm on some thot shit
My outfit is brazy, this shit a mosh pit
And all you hatin' ass ****, get off my dick
Ayy, I do my own stunts
And I ain't passin' shit, I smoke my own blunts
If ain't lil' mami ain't into me, then you on some (On some)
Stack up then throw somethin', girl, let me poke somethin', Lil' Tory, ayy
Everybody lit, take a toast (Take a toast)
I feel alive when I'm goin' ghost (Goin' ghost)
I gotta keep my **** real close (Real close)
'Cause if I don't, they gon' do the most (Oh, yeah)
Everybody lit, take a toast (Take a toast)
I feel alive when I'm goin' ghost (Goin' ghost)
I gotta keep my **** real close (Real close)
'Cause if I don't, they gon' do the most
Play me wrong, shit, I might fuck it up (Shit, I might fuck it)
You lookin' good in them jeans, shit, I might touch and nut (I might touch and nut)
Shit like, this one chick back in the day, she tried to put me out
I put her on her knees and I put it in her mouth
I got a fresh outfit and I must say
When I step in that bitch, don't touch me (Touch me)
When I'm starin' in the mirror, don't be rushin' my shit (Don't be rushin')
See my hairline fresh, don't be touchin' my shit (Ha)
'Cause I'ma get my ex bitch back
Have her on some, "How you got it like that?" (Like that)
From the air, girl, you see me at the ware'
I'm a boss, throwin' salt, kill a snail, not a player (I'm not a player)
One Umbrella on my underwear (My underwear)
Somebody call for the sauce, I appear (I'm here)
In the club, shawty standin' right here
Like Chingy, I hit it right there, right there, right there, ayy
Everybody lit, take a toast (Take a toast)
I feel alive when I'm goin' ghost (Goin' ghost)
I gotta keep my **** real close (Real close)
'Cause if I don't, they gon' do the most (Oh, yeah)
Everybody lit, take a toast (Take a toast)
I feel alive when I'm goin' ghost (Goin' ghost)
I gotta keep my **** real close (Real close)
'Cause if I don't, they gon' do the most
Written by: Alexandre Dias Neves, Barrington Wright, Christopher Washington, Daystar Peterson, Ronald Smith