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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Figgy Baby
Figgy Baby
Performer
DAMAG3
DAMAG3
Performer
Rob Apollo
Rob Apollo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ares Mascaro
Ares Mascaro
Songwriter
Jesse Michael Holland
Jesse Michael Holland
Songwriter
Andrew Figueroa
Andrew Figueroa
Songwriter
Kendall Robert Hall
Kendall Robert Hall
Songwriter

Lyrics

I fucked that Gemini, could've sworn to God I had a threesome
I like the duos when they foreign, now they speakin' my lingo
She drummed up a proposal but I don't want no Ringo
But I like to gaslight so it wasn't a complete no
Shawty vegan so she backin' out of beef, I call her J Cole
90/10 split if you wonderin' 'bout my take home
Look, we got nines, we got Tecs
Man, the whole squad geeking
Had to bail Rob out of jail, he was tweaking on Michelle
And on Sasha and Malia but I dropped him at FEMA
Told them he committed fraud, yeah on God bro, I'ma demon
Fuck around with a top dog, you gettin' dropped like you REASON
Get you shot up in Toronto, I ain't cheesin'
Get your whole team murdered like a group of crows
That pussy saved my life, it was a super hole
I sent your music to my group chat, it was a super "No"
I fucked that Viking dreads girl off of TikTok
That pussy dry as hell, it ain't no drip drop
Look, I'm the one to break the ice way I'm snatching chains
I got some closure with Drake, turns out it was the braids
Look, look
The stick on me ain't illegal, it's just frowned upon
Real big stepper walk in and the ground is gone
Spin his shit 'til his town is gone
Anorexic on the block, we be workin' 'til the pounds is gone
Real phenomenon
I was hatin' pigs way before I found Quran
Year's rent on the chaise that I'm loungin' on
Really creepin', H-O-V lane
It's just me and my demons, ay
Pay a fee if she need me to feed her
Whoredashin dick, I make cash off of eaters
I- don't need two girls to leave her
My bipolar piece make me feel like a cheater
Pull up with my wife, they/them, this is not a girl
When you see my ice, mayhem, finna shock the world
We could get you killed for a shot of pearl
My shooter mental ill, he a spin the block to Earl
I'd lose anything for a bad bitch
I could eat a rich girl like I'm DAMAG3
In ya city baby
Me and Figgy Baby
Tired of my ass girl
I need my titty lady
She/her, ze/zir, they/them, Fee-fi-fo-femme
Call me what you want, bitch, I'm still him
Got that O-C-D L-G-B-T F-i-g-g and some filled meds
Asked me where I'm from, I said "I'm Mexican"
They said "Oh, I've never been with Puerto Ricans"
Guess I'm Caribbean for the weekend
Her dad an A&R, I need a meetin'
Vale la pena, yo pagué la renta
Me pagan la bolsa, y más de ochenta, más de ochenta? sí
Más de ochenta, más de pues, uh, más o menos, uh
Algunas cosas me inventa, whatever, yeah
Hot Boiz with DAMAG3, so we eat the rich
One percent pussy, ninety-nine percent dick
Listened to your music, one hundred percent shit
My miniskirt on, one hundred percent brick
Wassup?
Written by: Andrew Figueroa, Ares Mascaro, Jesse Michael Holland, Kendall Robert Hall
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