Top Songs By Yung Bruh
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jazz Butler
Songwriter
Davis Wilson
Songwriter
Mark Anderson
Songwriter
Dylan Mullen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SLIGHT
Producer
Adam Saini
Mixing Engineer
Smokeasac
Producer
Lyrics
Every time I step out, I got racks on me
I'm a real rockstar, tats on my body
Everything we do, it seems like they copy
I can make a good girl turn naughty
And that's facts
I've been writing in a coupe, it's all black
She asked, 'Do I ever sleep' What's that
I want M's, no Z's, that's that
Know I make mistakes, but I never think twice
Baby, you a bad bitch, but you so nice
I don't have a heart, but I know you don't mind
Know you see the flames when you look me in my eyes
And that's facts
Said she wanna fuck me, yeah, she like my new tats
Buy my bitch a purse, baby, you are such a brat
Forgot about my past, so I never look back
I told her, baby, let's go
I think we losing control
I never been here before
And now I'm taking your soul
I know your bitch - she adore
But she is not my amore
Every time I step out, I got racks on me
I'm a real rockstar, tats on my body
Everything we do, it seems like they copy
I can make a good girl turn naughty
And that's facts
I've been writing in a coupe, it's all black
She asked, 'Do I ever sleep' What's that?
I want M's, no Z's, that's that
Life's not fair, so I bought a Montclair
She said she a witch, so I call that girl Blair
I ain't playing fair, no, I ain't playing fair
My heart is not a playground, don't play there
And that's facts
I'm inked up, but I need some more tats
I'm rich as fuck, but I need some more racks
Forgot my past, I will never look back
She looked me in my eyes, she saw flames
Fire in my eyes, I got diamonds in my chain
I feel like I'ma die, I hope I don't slip away
You said that you gon' ride, then why did you drift away
Every time I step out, I got racks on me
I'm a real rockstar, tats on my body
Everything we do, it seems like they copy
I can make a good girl turn naughty
And that's facts
I've been writing in a coupe, it's all black
She asked, 'Do I ever sleep' what's that?
I want M's, no Z's, that's that
Written by: Davis Wilson, Dylan Mullen, Jazz Butler, Mark Anderson