Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BERNA
Vocals
JAY1
Vocals
Nastylgia
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BERNA
Songwriter
Emmanuel Oparah
Songwriter
Jason Juami
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lewis Hopkin
Mastering Engineer
Nastylgia
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look at my face, I do not give a fuck
I pray for my ****, I'm hoping they buss
She twerking and twerking, she turning it up
All my **** backstage and we burning it up
They clapping and bragging, they thirsty for clout
If you talk bad you'll get one to your mouth
My **** are hungry, the streets are a drought
We leave with your gally, we're getting it down
[Verse 2]
I'm going to Paris to link with a baddie
Before I jet off I'ma bill up a fatty
My baby, she bad and she drives a Bugatti
Yeah ('Gatti)
Yeah
Run up a check and I beg you be quick
Got diamonds and Gucci all up in my wrists
I come to the place like I just hit a lick
[Verse 3]
I just hit the fucking belly-belly
Sexy mami, tell her to come and get me
Smoking loud, I got that smelly-smelly
Now she's rubbing all up on my semi-semi
20 rackers if you wanna book me
Never take me for a fucking rookie
In the booth, you know I'm fucking cooking
Working-working, jugging when there's no one looking
[Verse 4]
Fucking up all these feelings
JAY1 couldn't give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie
Bitch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
Ephraim put the peng tings on the guest list
Brozay gotta be there for a mention
[Verse 5]
I got a baddie, she thick as a brick
Freak of the week when I wind up the tint
Gave me the coochie and buss up my Gucci
Didn't like trap, ruined the drip
Pissed that I lost my grinder
Now I'm the function looking for chip
Bros got smoke for pricks
That not a trailer, that's an extended clip
Look at the clothes, I bought her those, look at the kicks
She fucks with the boy 'cause we're young and we lit
And she didn't eat dinner but she ate the dick
It's probably 'cause we're on top
If I drop this top, she'll drop her top
I told bro-bro go look for her bestie
But he's in the corner looking for opps
Fuck the cops
Medicinal weed, it's making me cough
I'm with the squad
Told her pull up to the zoo, gorillas all over the block, huh
Biscotti or dog, huh
All in the air like fog
Beefing with bro, bring the burger out
Wipe his nose, give him something to smirk about
She heard from a donny that I got a longy
Now she wanna ride it, that's word of mouth
Fuck the clout
I just wanna free all of my people out
All the drip on the boy, I don't see a drought
We them **** on top that they speak about
[Verse 6]
Fuck-fuck-fucking up all these feelings
JAY1 couldn't give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie
Bitch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
Ephraim put the peng tings on the guest list
Brozay gotta be there for a mention
Written by: BERNA, Emmanuel Oparah, Jason Juami