Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manus Ruskin Dunbar
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Manus Ruskin Dunbar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manus Ruskin Dunbar
Producer
Lyrics
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back Fuckin' all of these tracks
It's like a **** so cold, Mr. Freeze right where he at
It's probably where I'm from, they know that weather frigid
Snow bunny in a blizzard, I think her name was Bridget
I'm super nerd off in ya girl, but do not get it twisted
Got a team of them hooligans that might have your family missin
Y'all tempting, but y'all kittens, plus you all were kiddin
And I ain't got time to fuck around with them **** if they fibbin
Oh good, it's on point, I did that shit, didn't I
I write this, and you bite this, and you was hype as some dandelions
Better tell your friends I'm involved, I'm drunk like I'm alcohol
Pop a few of them percs with that, and I'm gone like I ain't never came at all
It's Hulk D, straight greened up Ain't got no money on me, ****, I'm just
Pissed off And plus your mama-mama owe me both them
Duck sauce I'm Norin rad in outer space, ****, surf's up
I guarantee I tell them somethin, guarantee I say it
I guarantee these **** frontin, guarantee
They playin' I guarantee em I'm gon' get this shit poppin
Guarantee em that this party ain't stoppin
So if you feel like I feel now
Then get your motherfuckin' hands up
Puttin' that tree in the air now, yeah, get
Your motherfuckin' hands up
I'm on my VT, shit we in this bitch like
It's home plate Slidin' into your girl, damn, that **** need
No date Find me, I'm that pure, brought off the boat
That propane All up in your nasal, hooked on me like cocaine
I whip the bitch, whip the bitch, whip the bitch like three times
I'm crack now, that pop shit, I got **** in the hood repeatin' lines
Try to rap like me, run your faculty Advertise my shit, bust her ass, that's it
I'm takin' aim, get it in, make it pop Cause I told my whole clique that this party
Don't stop, no What's wrong
Ain't nobody trippin' Got me in the days cause I seen the way
I'm livin' Check on what I'm sippin
And on what I'm smokin' Like this reefer way too good
I'ma call it Mr. Holland's dopest And I'm always in red city
How you know I keep my focus
Guarantee I eat they green like a motherfuckin' locust
I guarantee I tell them somethin, guarantee I say it
I guarantee these **** frontin, guarantee
They playin' I guarantee em I'm gon' get this shit poppin
Guarantee em that this party ain't stoppin
So if you feel like I feel now
Then get your motherfuckin' hands up
Puttin' that tree in the air now, yeah, get
Your motherfuckin' hands up
I guarantee I tell them somethin, guarantee I say it
I guarantee these **** frontin, guarantee
They playin' I guarantee em I'm gon' get this shit poppin
Guarantee em that this party ain't stoppin
So if you feel like I feel now
Then get your motherfuckin' hands up
Puttin' that tree in the air now, yeah, get
Your motherfuckin' hands up
Written by: Manus Ruskin Dunbar