Top Songs By LB SPIFFY
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LB SPIFFY
Vocals
Jean Babtiste Makolo
Programming
Martin Aquino Lawrence
Drums
Kendrick Luu
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Todd
Songwriter
Jeshawn Bartholomew
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jean Babtiste Makolo
Mixing Engineer
Naithan Patterson
Engineer
Kendrick Luu
Producer
Jmak Beatz
Producer
M10
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Talkin' to rats, a no-no
Tell 'em slide, no-show
She up and down, pogo
Heard that's your bitch, oh no
No, I can't take to the po-po
I got some **** that want me to go-go
That's why I keep me a bro-bro
He gon' pull up and shoot like a GoPro
No, I ain't ridin' solo
No, I can't fuck with a bitch, she a dojo
But I ain't flyin', I'm dodo
Gettin' these bands, yeah, that be my mojo
You better stick to the bro code
I got some bros, they chill with the .44
I make her dance like it's row-row
I get this money, I go-go
[Verse 2]
Sorry I'm a young rich ****
Let me get this right witcha
iPhone keep on twitching, uh
Gotta get these digits, uh
I got a bag, can't go down to my last
They gon' say I'm drippin', uh
Whatever I make gotta work off my ass
Keep it all 'bout business
If she want drip I can show big drip
Gotta lotta lit shit, baby I'm a lit kid
I was down on my dick, had a **** big sick
Ride around finna skit, tryna whip a big fish
We can take a quick trip, but don't gas me up
These **** wanna pass me up
Nah, this ain't stick-shift, I'm too fast, speed up
I guess you ain't have enough
[Verse 3]
Talkin' to rats, a no-no
Tell 'em slide, no-show
She up and down, pogo
Heard that's your bitch, oh no
No, I can't take to the po-po
I got some **** that want me to go-go
That's why I keep me a bro-bro
He gon' pull up and shoot like a GoPro
No, I ain't ridin' solo
No, I can't fuck with a bitch, she a dojo
But I ain't flyin', I'm dodo
Gettin' these bands, yeah, that be my mojo
You better stick to the bro code
I got some bros, they chill with the .44
I make her dance like it's row-row
I get this money, I go-go
[Verse 4]
No-no, I ain't ridin' solo
You know I ride with the .44
They don't want beef, oh no
Shawty make a **** dance
Shawty said she want Chanel drip
Called by this blue ****, wonder he Crip
Told him he wanna verse, send a cheque
The **** ain't answer me yet
Big 25 when I saw shawty
Fell in love with the diamonds on my neck
I ain't one of them other guys, bitch I'm set
I know brother he finna ride till it gets
Too hot, too hot, looking at me ain't get no spot
Shawty fuck a ****, said she love me not
Brodie got knocked, he sellin' real rock, real rock
[Verse 5]
Talkin' to rats, a no-no
Tell 'em slide, no-show
She up and down, pogo
Heard that's your bitch, oh no
No, I can't take to the po-po
I got some **** that want me to go-go
That's why I keep me a bro-bro
He gon' pull up and shoot like a GoPro
No, I ain't ridin' solo
No, I can't fuck with a bitch, she a dojo
But I ain't flyin', I'm dodo
Gettin' these bands, yeah, that be my mojo
You better stick to the bro code
I got some bros, they chill with the .44
I make her dance like it's row-row
I get this money, I go-go
Written by: Christian Michael Todd, Jeshawn Bartholomew