Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LUCKI
Vocals
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LUCKI
Songwriter
Ryan Preston Adams
Songwriter
karon malcolm vantrees
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Icey
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Topski, top Ger, top four
You know what's goin' on
Icey, I'm so sick of you
[Verse 1]
I was already sticking out my card before she said the amount
Damn near bought the same jeans twice, I ain't even keepin' count
Girls are freaky, said her pussy get wet how the car sound
I gotta keep me a coffee cup like I got a horrible job
[Verse 2]
I was drivin' from that drank, I'm sweatin' through Celine
I was just mad at my lil' bitch, she did somethin' in a dream
She send a Bentley when she's in traffic, remind her of me
I got too much money right now, this somethin' outta reach
I'm in a black truck like the Pres', but I can't get impeached
It's some **** that want me dead, but they ain't got the reach
I don't respect nobody but the Feds, everybody else can beat it
One call away, uh, all the day, yeah
[Verse 3]
Freestyle pourin' till it's said, I don't think no man could fit in it, yeah
I'm over the pouring, might need help, my cup on senior citizen
I got a five on every reach, don't act like she ain't Caribbean
I'ma think you twelve, you leave your gun, I'm clutchin' Rob Dillingham
Somethin' I never seen was a ho on Earth I ever wanna wife
Movin' like Edward pass my finger, I treat it like Uncle Ice
[Verse 4]
Said he got Wock', but he want 6K, well, but to me it's priceless
I got these hoes lined up like suspects, pickin' 'em out of a line-up
Perc' kicked in I'm the chosen one, dance slo-mo like Soulja Slim
Carry all hundreds, I'm grown as fuck
Plain watch like I make hole-in-ones
So many hoes got striked in the club, right now, man, I feel like a bowling ball
Can't have smoke with no ****, if it ain't no money, if it ain't no blood involved
[Verse 5]
Aye, aye, gotta brush my shoulder off
She just took off titties and ass the same, she already know what's up
Swear to God, just told Wham, "We richer than ever, how the fuck we fallin' off?"
Young ****, I'm a rich junkie, take real medicine, never took Tylenol
I just put a bitch up, she say I'm the G.O.A.T., it don't even bother y'all
**** can't get a response and get a bullet unless that guap involved
[Verse 6]
That little boy done lied, stain on 'em, I pop out a fishbowl
A bitch wasn't playin' AP, her ear a three-pointer, this shit like a field goal
It's obvious I got more drip than a booster, just this year in clothes
That two-twenty I had in the moment, I could lose you, like a lil' remote
They pulled up tryna spin, gotta box 'em in like Bud Crawford
I'm tryna focus on real estate, I'm thinking 'bout buying all the drug houses
These rap **** get messy, I feel like a ho if I download Clubhouse
These rap **** get messy I fuck around and buy 'em a soccer ball
[Outro]
These rap **** be worse than a ho, you spill they tea, they love gossip
Hope you know you'll never be the main bitch, I'm married to Aunt Jemima
My young **** got way more Glocks and switches than they got clean boxers
Written by: LUCKI, Lucki Camel, Ryan Preston Adams, karon malcolm vantrees