Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baredex
All Instruments
ilykarma
Vocals
Mavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karma Rythem
Composer
Roman Estrada
Composer
Brian Benjamin Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Baredex
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dishonored Decks
Ayy, wash up, bust it down like a wristwatch
She take big sips, she like to lip-lock
We get a bottle, stay up and we talk
She want a model, moved to LA, she pissed off
Little tiny thing, but she got a big walk
She ain't got a gig yet, but she got a TikTok
Told her that's cool, my student loans ain't played off
Brush her hair back, move in and her lips soft
I like the dress she wore and how it rips off
I like the way she get when she ticked off
Wanna keep her on my head like a pistol
But I'm out in Cali with an open carry with it
Yeah, she a baddie with it
Born in the '90s with it, yeah, she a hunnid-seven
I wanna drown a billion like Poseidon in it
And these bitches hate 'cause they can't leave him in it
Yeah, she a baddie with it
Born in the '90s with it, yeah, she a hunnid-seven
I wanna drown a billion like Poseidon in it
And these bitches hate 'cause they can't leave him in it
Yo, I should bust it down like a wristwatch
She take big sips, she like to lip-lock
We get a bottle, stay up and we talk
She want a model, move to LA, she pissed off
Little tiny thing, but she got a big walk
She ain't got a gig yet, but she got a TikTok
Told her that's cool, my student loans ain't played off
Brush her hair back, move in and her lips soft
Huh, yeah, she a baddie with it
Born in the '90s with it, yeah, she a hunnid-seven
I wanna drown a billion like Poseidon in it
And these bitches hate 'cause they can't leave him in it
And she ridin' with it, wants more bass and less treble
It's perfect and I just go fuck the freckles off her face
Got her purrin' to the levels, little kitten lickin', sayin', "Please, ah-how"
Feel like bells above fell from above
Fillin' to the right crown, soul down, bluntin'
Eyes gettin' redder, think they gushin' blood now
Rushin' crushin' packs to the instrumental, shit is mental
Spit the hotbox, don't open any windows 'til we all frown
Like, "Fuck it," fire the missiles, won't miss 'em
Leave 'em in peril, perished and buried right under the pedals
Crashin' now, more cash in action like I gotta catch 'em all
Can't catch up with the best of all, like, "Don't get your shit wrong"
But it's too late, shoes gone, along with your Rolex wristwatch
Get washed and flushed like I'm Lowe Dark, sung Uzi's match 'em with the socks
While she ridin' non-stop, little bitch like
Watch her bust it down like a wristwatch
She take big sips, she like to lip-latch
We get a bottle, stay up and we talk
She want a model, move to LA, she pissed off
Lil' tiny thang, but she got a big walk
She ain't got a gig yet, but she got a TikTok
Told her that's cool, my student loans ain't paid off
Rush her head back, move in and her lips soft
I like the dress she wore and how it rips off
I like the way she get when she ticked off
I wanna keep her on my head like a pistol
But I'm out in Cali with an open carry with it
Yeah, she a baddie with it
Born in the '90s with it, yeah, she a hundred-seven
I wanna drown a billion like Poseidon in it
And these bitches hate 'cause they can't even mend it
Written by: Karma Rythem, Roman Estrada