Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Basdao
Ryan Basdao
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Basdao
Ryan Basdao
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Basdao
Ryan Basdao
Producer

Lyrics

Ion know what happened to me
All my songs been slapping on repeat
Shit, they fuckin’ wit me
If you don’t like it, shit, you stuck here with me
I be thumping these subs, they know what’s up
I got the good shit, they know I’m gonna plug up whatever you needing
Feeding the feining
This shit some crack, and I’m stuck on it, leeching
I don’t really like sativa, I need to chill
I been getting too hot in this shit
I wanna slut your bitch, but before we do it, we finna go shop, you dick
I be too sauced
Lightheaded, dark in my car, whatever; we all in, ay
I be a boss, clap what I want
Give a fuck ‘bout whatever it costing, ay
I do not trust any of these foolies
They dirty, they wishy, they washy, ay
Fuck ‘em, we ball
Get me some Prada and Louis
Or fuck it, some Balmin, ay
I will not settle with poverty, that ain’t a part of me, I’ll get my family straight
Boy better stop with the mockery, ain’t nun stoppin’ me
Mad ‘cause I’m popping?
Okay
Shawty a baddie, on top of me
Play with that pottery shape, and the guts like it’s clay
Fuck all that shit, really tryna get rich
Really tryna go make me a rack today
Dick all up in her, “Olé” how she sound
I’m servin’ this meat, imma give her a pound
That pussy was shootin’, that good shit, not lyin’
And she empty my clip, and I had me two rounds
Had me two rounds, shiit, I might just have to stick around
Fuck on my own- (see, like this what I’m talkin’ bout)
Ion know what happened to me
All my songs been slapping on repeat
Shit, they fuckin’ wit me
If you don’t like it, shit, you stuck here with me
I be thumping these subs, they know what’s up
I got the good shit, they know I’m gonna plug up whatever you needing
Feeding the feining
This shit some crack, and I’m stuck on it, leeching
I don’t really like sativa, I need to chill
I been getting too hot in this shit
I wanna slut your bitch, but before we do it, we finna go shop, you dick
I be too sauced
Lightheaded, dark in my car, whatever; we all in, ay
I be a boss, clap what I want
Give a fuck ‘bout whatever it costing, ay
I do not trust any of these foolies
They dirty, they wishy, they washy, ay
Fuck ‘em, we ball
Get me some Prada and Louis
Or fuck it, some Balmin, ay
Written by: Ryan Basdao
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