Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Toosii
Vocals
Ant Chamberlain
Ant Chamberlain
Programming
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Anthony Jamal Phillips
Anthony Jamal Phillips
Songwriter
Deundraeus Portis
Deundraeus Portis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toosii
Toosii
Engineer
Ant Chamberlain
Ant Chamberlain
Producer
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
I just gotta warm up
Aye, uh
[Verse 2]
Said, I need it right now, you cut all of the lights out
You could see me like 3-D, hit bro on a trap phone
I know he get a pack gone, he move shit like it's Ouija
I do shit with a mask on, like fuck it, let's get this task on
All these **** can't see me
And I rock Chanel, so much double C's, would've thought I was crip, but these **** wanna be me
Burberry, I ain't having no baby, though
She wanna fuck but I know she a crazy hoe
Give her dick, know I probably could drive her Miss Daisy though
Born in 2000, I'm dope like the 80's though
Pussy gotta be bald like Common head
Give me head first, bitch, I thought that was common sense
'Fore I slide in a fish bowl, I'll cop a rental, hit the opps block, bet we'll slide with tint
[Verse 3]
Hit the opp block, bet we'll slide with tint
They done slid once, they ain't been slidin' since
Good pussy so I might just slide the Benz
I got good dick, she don't wanna slide her friends
You a lame, better come on my side to win
I'll pop my shit for the freeski (Uh)
I signed a deal, I made more than a mil'
It ain't go to my head, no BC
And she give me thot vibes, she treeshy
Probably would've fucked once, but she creepy
She don't fuck, I'ma palm her like she KeKe
Give her five to the face just 'cause she needy
Love my nieces Raeyah, England and that's Tete
I'm a reaper like I'm Reese
Know I'd probably feel better if they all be dead
They talking down, we want all they head
Want 'em dead, get 'em ghost like Casper
Yeah, it's true I was broke before I was a rapper
But I was still fucking your bitch, had your bitch in the back of the 'Bach
Give her dick, you could ask her
Would've ran laps, but I got asthma
Started off white lows now designer my fashion
I feel better when I'm getting cash in
Follow my drip do that with a passion
[Verse 4]
Said, I need it right now, you cut all of the lights out
You could see me like 3-D, hit bro on a trap phone
I know he get a pack gone, he move shit like it's Ouija
I do shit with a mask on, like fuck it, let's get this task on
All these **** can't see me
And I rock Chanel, so much double C's, would've thought I was crip, but these **** wanna be me
Burberry, I ain't having no baby, though
She wanna fuck but I know she a crazy hoe
Give her dick, know I probably could drive her Miss Daisy though
Born in 2000, I'm dope like the 80's though
Pussy gotta be bald like Common head
Give me head first, bitch, I thought that was common sense
'Fore I slide in a fish bowl, I'll cop a rental, hit the opps block, bet we'll slide with tint
[Verse 5]
Hit the opp block now they dead, pop they head
Brodie been going fed, he see red
I be on snow time, cop a sled
He wan' talk a lot, call 'em Ted
And I got a couple racks that I could shred
I done did it a hunnid times
I had fifty inside of my glick
Now a **** went up and my clip hold a hunnid now
Won't trade a dime for a penny, hit a hunnid dimes
Say she wanna eat at Beni's, know she out of line
She don't act right, she gon' be out of time
I'm a kick her out of my whip, I ain't even lying
And she look at me like damn boy, you fine
Get off the yak, and she on demon time
I let her nut first and she'll be fine
We go again, she cum a second time
When I slide got 2 keys
Red or the red, I don't do black (Aye)
True that a **** got rich, but you get out of line, I'll beat a **** blue black
Yeah, he a hating ass **** I knew that
But hating don't get no money
Hang around nine broke ****, you'll be the 10th one, true shit, no, I ain't no dummy
[Verse 6]
Said, I need it right now, you cut all of the lights out
You could see me like 3-D, hit bro on a trap phone
I know he get a pack gone, he move shit like it's Ouija
I do shit with a mask on, like fuck it, let's get this task on
All these **** can't see me
And I rock Chanel, so much double C's, would've thought I was crip, but these **** wanna be me
Burberry, I ain't having no baby, though
She wanna fuck but I know she a crazy hoe
Give her dick, know I probably could drive her Miss Daisy though
Born in 2000, I'm dope like the 80's though
Pussy gotta be bald like Common head
Give me head first, bitch, I thought that was common sense
'Fore I slide in a fish bowl, I'll cop a rental, hit the opps block, bet we'll slide with tint
Written by: Anthony Jamal Phillips, Deundraeus Portis, Naujour Grainger
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