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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Demun Wilburn
Songwriter
Jalen Taheen Foster
Songwriter
Elijah Gull
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moneyevery
Producer
Kashflow375
Producer
Doc Playboi
Producer
Lyrics
Uh, fuck goin' on?
<span begin="4.875" end="6.368">Like, what you want?</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="5.848" end="7.751">(This a Kashflow production)</span></span>
Uh, like what you want?
<span begin="10.639" end="11.209">Uh</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="11.129" end="12.403">(Run it back Playboi)</span></span>
We need beams and yerk, you scared to turn it up, ****, go to church
I ain't bougie, I'll take some bubba plate just for a verse
I just sport a whole 'nother **** bitch, like his and hers
Before I ever bought a foreign, my mind was set on gettin' a 'Vert
Ol' cappin' ass ****, stop buyin' that girl Tory Burch
Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of season, why you ain't Gucci her?
Fuck around, killed her off that Strong Back, now, she say her coochie hurt
I don't be wantin' with none of these hoes, I swear to God, I'm just a flirt
When them bowls come in, we get 'em gone, we handle business first
Told my girl it's her world, but she still walkin' on my Earth
Told that bitch I ain't her ****, she can pick whatever purse
Gotta know that I'm that ****, you can tell just by my shirt
Before I got some racks, I ain't have no life, I was posted on the curb
Tryna make a serve
Only thing a **** want is a bird
Sippin' heavy syrup, that why when I talk my words slur
I want you
A **** want you
I want you
And I need you
I want you
Tryna spoil you
You my girl
And I want you
We need beams and yerk, you scared to turn it up, ****, go to church
I ain't bougie, I'll take some bubba plate just for a verse
I just sport a whole 'nother **** bitch, like his and hers
Before I ever bought a foreign, my mind was set on gettin' a 'Vert
Ol' cappin' ass ****, stop buyin' that girl Tory Burch
Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of season, why you ain't Gucci her?
Fuck around, killed her off that Strong Back, now she say her coochie hurt
Ol' cappin' ass ****, you ain't never been on no heist
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be trappin', sellin' dope, still puttin' on ice
Got my Prada mask on, fuckin' yo' bitch, free Pooh Shiesty
Drippin' Gucci on my ho, splashin' Pucci on my wife
**** gettin' they nose wiped
I'm in the club with two pipes
I been takin' drugs, lookin' like a plug, high as a kite
They gon' charge a **** for manslaughter just for how I be dressin'
Had to fuck this **** bitch, owe me money, think he finessin'
And I know my dawg ain't no ho, they go hell when they stretch him
I'm a boss, and that's for sure, put my main bitch in baguette
A bougie bitch, I'm a street ****, treat her like she nothin'
Makin' movies, ****, makin' money rain like confetti
We need beams and yerk, you scared to turn it up, ****, go to church
I ain't bougie, I'll take some bubba plate just for a verse
I just sport a whole 'nother **** bitch, like his and hers
Before I ever bought a foreign, my mind was set on gettin' a 'Vert
Ol' cappin' ass ****, stop buyin' that girl Tory Burch
Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of season, why you ain't Gucci her?
Fuck around, killed her off that Strong Back, now she say her coochie hurt
I want you
Ain't tryna bore you
I'm for you
I want to
I'm on you 'cause I want you
I get home, put you down in Marni
I get home, put you down in Marni
Heard you're on me, I kept throwing money
Heard they're on me, gotta keep that chopper on reach
That's that dome piece, I kept that on, on me
Written by: Elijah Gull, Jalen Taheen Foster, Kashflow375, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Ryan O Neill