Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
StressGods
Vocals
Steven Ricketts
Performer
Mohamed Jalloh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Ricketts
Composer
Mohamed Jalloh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terence Williams
Producer
Lyrics
Go head
Go head
Go head
Go head
Go head
Go head
Mano
She want me to book flights
Staying long not in her plans
Blame her soft life era
Scared to tell her man that the grass here is greener
Skulls all on her body like a maniac
Dealing with me rough
You treat my love like a placebo
We ain't Geto Boys
But the trick's on you
Line em all up and call em Soul Train crew
Please don't talk to us
Unless the agency in your bio
I was being petty, but I'll really make you cry ho
Push start the Brabus, smash the gas
Gon and lift it up, huh
Ask ya girl, I'm the realest doctor she been around
Pierre Paulin sofa when I pin her down
Skulls spotted out in Berlin
I know you heard of me
Young nigga stay with that work
I done served Jeezy some merch
Was hands on in the trenches
Do your research
Was hands on
Had to go and print our own merch
Been serving meds for so long
She want me to book flights
Staying long not in her plans
Blame her soft life era
Scared to tell her man that the grass here is greener
Skulls all on her body like a maniac
Dealing with me rough
You treat my love like a placebo
We ain't Geto Boys
But the trick's on you
Line em all up and call em Soul Train crew
Please don't talk to us
Unless the agency in your bio
I was being petty, but I'll really make you cry ho
I'm a nice guy
Eating at The Nice Guy
Tell em bring the truffles in
Yeah I like the white kind
Tell em bring the bubbles in
Yeah I like the ripe kind
She calling me nocturnal
Only see me night time
(God)
Only time that I'm eloping is my Love bracelet
Six stacked
Count the math
Do the math
You basic
And she said she want Van Cleef
I said ok sis
Let me tell ya a lil story
I built the Birkin from the ground up
Ostrich
I put the gold on the buckle
Who not classy?
We just bought another one
The crocodile ashy
Please girl
You ain't never seen no class like this
What?
Village boy
300 in vintage toys
What you thought we did with this lil farm
You a city boy
And we still saditty boy
And I tell lil shawty you can take that, take that
Take that, it ain't nothin to take that
Mm mmm
Mm mm mmmm
Mm mm mmmm
Your friends know
What we do
Now you can't
Come through oo
It's too late
(it's too late)
You tryna save face
(tryna save face)
Your friends know
What we do
Now you can't
Come through oo
It's too late
(it's too late)
You tryna save face
(tryna save face)
Your friends know
What we do
Now you can't
Come through oo
It's too late
(it's too late)
You tryna save face
(tryna save face)
Writer(s): Ricketts Steven Ralston, Jalloh Mohamed Yayah
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