Top Songs By Young Stoner Life
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Vocals
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anton Mendo
Songwriter
Justin Glass
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Tobias Dekker
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
BabyWave
Producer
Wheezy
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Tsunami)
[Instrumental]
(Keed talk to 'em)
Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho and I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (Let's go, let's go)
Yes, I'm steppin' on **** in Maison Margielas, you can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela)
Keep it solid, keep it quiet (Shh, quiet), nobody ever gon' know (Never, yeah)
And I'm on some real slatt business, yeah, she gettin' back-doored (Slatty, yeah)
Yeah, I came out a mink (Slatty), hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (Slatty)
I'm with some shooters that never blink (Slatty), these trousers that's on me hold treasury
My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (Nah)
And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)
Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist
Bitch, I'm Prince Slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (Bitch, I'm Prince Slime)
[Verse 1]
Nah, ain't scared of nobody (Nobody)
My car got a waist, it's wide-body (Wide)
Dare you play with Wheezy, you gon' die 'bout it (Wheezy)
Dare you play with this bankroll, you'll die 'bout it (Bah)
Yeah, the black truck a hotbox (Hotbox)
You dissed me, yes, you're knocked off (Yeah)
You're pillow talkin', you ain't playin', yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Meanwhile, I'm gettin' mine off (Lets' go)
[Verse 2]
Post on the block like Hirby Kirby (I post on my block)
If I see your bitch, you know that I'm flirtin'
She's talkin' 'bout "How many licks till it burst?"
I kidnap the money, send AMBER Alert
Shoot up the block, tat' up the turf (Yeah)
'Cause I'm knowin' you can fill in the hearse (Yeah)
Shots fired, he will not see a nurse
You know he the canvas 'cause we paintin' his shirt
[Chorus]
(Keed talk to 'em)
Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho and I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (Let's go, let's go)
Yes, I'm steppin' on **** in Maison Margielas, you can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela)
Keep it solid, keep it quiet (Shh, quiet), nobody ever gon' know (Never, yeah)
And I'm on some real slatt business, yeah, she gettin' back doored (Slatty, yeah)
Yeah, I came out a mink (Slatty), hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (Slatty)
I'm with some shooters that never blink (Slatty), these trousers that's on me hold treasury
My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (Nah)
And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)
Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist (Uh)
Bitch, I'm Prince Slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (Bitch, I'm Prince Slime, nah)
[Verse 3]
Chandelier on my wrist, not in the ceiling
Who got your whip? I heard it's rented
He done fell off tryna be independent
How he get rich off the shit I invented? (Huh)
Whole lotta cap (Cap), whole lotta kizzy (Kizzy)
Broke in the trap, now I got millions (Aye)
She fuckin' my pops' like he Diddy
Keed to the top, the terrace see the city (Top)
[Verse 4]
I don't wan' fuck her if her feet ain't pretty (What? Nah)
GunWunna, cousin, know I fuck with business (Cous')
Geeked up like Bobby and I'm rockin' Ricky (Yeah)
Fly in that lil' hottie, hit her at the Whitney
She sloppy-toppy suck it out the tippy (Mop)
All in her mouth, I busted like a semi' (Yeah)
Fucked a bitch twice and now I need some distance
I laid on the couch and told her, "Don't come near me"
[Chorus]
(Keed talk to 'em)
Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho and I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (Let's go, let's go)
Yes, I'm steppin' on **** in Maison Margielas, you can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela)
Keep it solid, keep it quiet (Shh, quiet), nobody ever gon' know (Never, yeah)
And I'm on some real slatt business, yeah, she gettin' back doored (Slatty, yeah)
Yeah, I came out a mink (Slatty), hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (Slatty)
I'm with some shooters that never blink (Slatty), these trousers that's on me hold treasury
My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (Nah)
And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)
Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist
Bitch, I'm Prince Slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (Bitch, I'm Prince Slime)
Written by: Anton Martín Mendo, Justin Glass, Raqhid Render, Sergio Kitchens, Tobias Dekker, Wesley Glass