Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LUCKI
LUCKI
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LUCKI
LUCKI
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Childboy
Childboy
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Stupid
A'ight
[Verse 1]
My momma mistakin' my bitches
White bitch cleanin' my dishes
I still leave a boy with the fishes
I still won't sip on the Tris'
I bought her a Birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious
Speakin' on me, so I know he depressed, I hope he Cobain-ed himself
[Verse 2]
I'ma go fuck these bitches
He can duck everything 'cept these bullets, and that's just hardcore physics
I won't give a bitch my digits
Somethin' happen to me, I ain't trippin'
I know all my dogs gon' have to get vengeance
Flesh shot, give a fuck 'bout a witness
Get back, if you don't, we some bitches
These low-tier bitches some pigeons
Fuck 'em all, like a Teddy on missions
If I get on that time, it get vicious
I don't ever move 'round with malicious
Intent, but if you cross me, then I'm crossin' you back like Isaiah on Pistons
All them boys hopin' and wishin'
They would've listened
[Verse 3]
Three hundred RP's, they stuffed in a box
Dog get ridin' 'round me, I'll tie 'em with the knocks
I used to knock on the door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block
Now I buy stocks and Rolls Royce trucks
I used to sweep up hair at the shop
Nah, for real, facts
[Verse 4]
Ecstasy pills by the pack
Molly came by the pound
Codeine came by the crate
Can't fuck with no **** who rape
'Crete put that boy on skates
Preachin' the word like Jakes
These bitches gon' fuck a face
I'm tryna go big like Ace
I'm tryna go big, Biggavel
I was poppin' some shit they can smell
I been up on the ave' since twelve
Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails
Pussy
[Verse 5]
I'm the highest, this not a debate
I'm the highest, this not a de—
I'm the highest, this not a debate
I be trickin' but don't got a cape
I'm disturbin' the peace of LA
White bitch in the Porsche truck hate me
Tat me on your pussy, it's real
I paid for that shit like a bill
Bad karma 'cause looks can kill
I bought her a Birkin, said, "Welcome to Hell"
He fell off, he posted a grail
If one of us catch him, we won't get a bail
I don't gotta explain myself
Spent that shit like I paid myself
She so pretty, I invest in her swimsuit brand
Knowing it's gon' stay on the shelf
Two-face king, you could meet the other me, but that's if you make it there
Curious enough, I'll take you there
[Verse 6]
I wrote half of this verse in a Bentley
I just took Caresha to city
She a weirdo ho like Missy
Fishtail on the track, got dizzy
Fishtail on the track, got dizzy
Fishtail on the track, got dizzy
Fishtail on the track, got dizzy
Written by: Deshawn Jackson, LUCKI, Lc Camel, Miles Parks McCollum, Rio Leyva
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