Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lassic
Vocals
44preme
Programming
Mack Got the Heat
Programming
Mayday
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lassic
Songwriter
Aaron Mackins
Songwriter
Arick Mackins
Songwriter
Myles Packwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drip
Mixing Engineer
44preme
Producer
Mack Got the Heat
Producer
Mayday
Producer
Lyrics
Woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm on house arrest still totting that blicky, in case shit get sticky
Had Celine dreams, I went and bought Marni and went bought Ricky
Fans like how I got that shit on but still be in that kitchen
On da field you know I never fumble, always score them chicken
Still a dope boy it run in my blood every Monday I wear a dickie
Never trust a slut, they stay getting fucked next month that hoe go missing
Tryna blow up off a diss but you got patches in yo head
Tryna blow up off a diss sit in that wheelchair with yo mans
Got a 20 in these pockets need help pulling up my pants
Got a 100 something in the closet I need help tryna count these bands
She keep sending me her panties leave me alone i ain't your man
She just hit me up Valleys leave her alone she ain't your friend
Around my section I get busy n____, ask the city n___
Every function I got killer with me, bitches popping titties
Name another n____ heart spilling, sipping in the Bentley
If my n___ ever robbed you, pussy, tell him get up with me
Everywhere I go they point me out like "Oh, there go that man"
Everywhere I go she popping out, been knew that hoe a fan
I done lost my whole train of thought I'm too geeked on them Xans
Popped too many tryna slow it down get too geeked I'm gon' flair
I'm on house arrest still totting that blicky in case shit get sticky
Had Celine dreams, I went and bought money and went bought Ricky
Fans like how I got that shit on but still be in that kitchen
On da field you know I never fumble always score them chicken
Got a 20 in these pockets need help pulling up my pants
Got a 100 something in the closet I need help tryna count these bands
She keep sending me her panties leave me alone i ain't your man
She just hit me up in Valleys leave her alone she ain't your friend
I'm on house arrest still totting that blicky in case shit get sticky
Had Celine dreams, I went and bought money and went bought Ricky
Fans like how I got that shit on but still be in that kitchen
On da field you know I never fumble always score them
Written by: Aaron Mackins, Arick Mackins, Jaylen Lassic, Myles Packwood