Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shenseea
Vocals
Lola Brooke
Vocals
London On Da Track
Programming
Dready
Keyboards
Nick Bane
Performer
King Los
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London On Da Track
Composer
CHINSEA LEE
Composer
Carlos Coleman
Composer
KARL JAIRZHINO DANIEL
Composer
Philip Cornish
Composer
Shyniece Thomas
Composer
Donny Flores
Composer
Julius Darrington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
Vocal Producer
Dready
Producer
Phil The Keys
Additional Producer
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer
Mario "Dunw3ll" Dunwell
Mixing Engineer
Jordan Brown
Mixing Engineer
Kyle "IRV" Harrington
Mixing Engineer
King Los
Vocal Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Don't you ever bring scared business to me
You're lookin' at the toughest rassclaat Jamaican in the United States of America
[Verse 1]
Ah Shenseea
Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
Grass green but mi still hustle fi make it greener
More cheese pon mi bread, it look like pizza
VVS so cold, straight out of my freezer
Me nuh play, like the dealers, top shottas and squeezers
Me nuh talk to bum bitch bottom feeders
Hot head fever, top model diva
Pop bottles, we the champion
Handle the ball like Kyrie
I be main dish, you the side piece
Lipstick red like a Ferrari
You gon' make me flash on a bitch like paparazzi
I'm too fly to crash out, but fuck it, kamikaze
[Chorus]
Shenseea
Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
Lick a shot like trigger finger, I'ma stinger (Bzz)
[Verse 2]
My outfit a murder, it's a felony
Bitches all in my business without an LLC
Man, I do this shit for practice
Sonned so many bitches, I might put 'em on my taxes
Caribbean Serena with the racket
I ain't goin' back and forth with bitches 'cause they ratchet
Dem a real bloodclaat, man mascot
Can't start beef 'cause the water run deep
I got the type of money that can put ya six feet
Count myself to sleep in ten thousand dollar sheets
Bitches look like lunch, say ya grace, let's eat (Big gator)
Let's eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
What's beef? (What's beef? Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Say ya grace, let's eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Let's eat
[Verse 3]
Grrt, set, go
Never speak on business, it's supposed to be disclosed
He gon' get—
For trolling on my post
Man, fuck these ho ass ****
I been fuckin' on the roads (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
It ain't a plane, it's Lola (Uh-uh)
Runnin' over feelings with a Rover
Totin' up the toaster
Even D1 players couldn't hold up
Body like milk, nah, coca' (Uh, grrah)
Uh, I can hear your heartbeat (Heartbeat)
Hitters move faster than your heart beat
Ain't none of they sins gon' haunt me
I'm a ill ass bitch (Bad gyal)
Got 'em guzzlin' the hot shit
[Chorus]
Shenseea
Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
Lick a shot like trigger finger, I'ma stinger (Bzz, bzz)
[Outro]
Let's eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
What's beef? (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Say ya grace, let's eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Written by: CHINSEA LEE, Carlos Coleman, Donny Flores, Julius Darrington, KARL JAIRZHINO DANIEL, London On Da Track, Philip Cornish, Shyniece Thomas