Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TRENDY BOIIZ
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cynsere Birch
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TRENDY BOIIZ
Producer
Lyrics
Fuck you
Fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes
Fuck those socks with the belt on it
Fuck yo' gay fairy faggot accent
Fuck them cheap ass cigars
Fuck your yuck mouth teeth
Fuck your hair-piece
Fuck your chocolate
Fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William
Fuck the Queen
This is America ****
Our president is black my lambo is blue ****
Now get the fuck out my hotel room
And if I see you in the streets
I'ma smack the shit out you (Woo)
Eleven dollars an hour ain't enough to live (Nah)
So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this shit
They tried to lock a **** up and I'm like fuck a pig
But either way mommy still gon' love her kid
Just took twenty from the city
They like who is you (Who that ****)
A lot of **** talkin' shit that they don't really do
I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force 1's into a Gucci shoe (Yea Yea)
I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy boot (Yea Yea)
My president black bandanna is blue
Diamonds drippin' got me glistenin' like I came out the pool
I'm so exotic like I came out the zoo
But I shot out the coupe
Got the scope with a clear eye view, woo
I put a dot on your head, then say hallelujah (Bye Bye)
Then know I'ma do ya' (Do ya')
Turn your head Medusa ('Dusa)
Aimin' for medulla ('Dulla)
Cooler than a cooler (Cooler)
Shooter with a shooter (Shooter)
That's Ruger with a Ruger
Twenty K all in a day
Five for the lawyer, ten for the safe
Stacks hesi' with the renty
I'm like why wait (Why wait)
I'm the hottest in the city in the tri-state
We tryna raise up the crime rate
I just pulled up to your block in a i8
Strapped and I'm ready, she want it in her belly
Damn all I gave her was a glass and some Henny
Yeah, yeah
Passion raw steak, I put you on ya plate
We don't do it on the 'net we do it face to face
But if you talkin' on that 'net I'll put you on your face
Cartiers and Pierres for a week straight
And if you looking for me you know where I'm at
No more hot dogs only steak and mash
I got like hunnid guns in the stash (Stash)
Never went to school (School)
But I always passed (Baow)
Written by: Cynsere Birch