Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
sneak
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
sneak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
sneak
Recording Engineer
okwonton
Producer
Aloneberetta
Producer
Hamed
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Not goin' for none of that goofy ass shit)
(Get yo' ass on)
We knock the wind up out that boy just like a bagpipe
My twin can't go left 'cause that **** bangin' real right
No, I don't cheat no more, that shit, it just don't feel right
Them bullets hit his body, hole-in-one, like Bill Wright
This ho a junkie, tryna show me what that pill like
This ho from Baton Rouge, she say she like my G-Nikes
These **** scary as the fuck like Halloween night
Hit that boy wit' Hadouken, I don't do no street fights
We not finna do no dukin', lock up like I'm Reggie White
This shit get nasty 'bout this cash, it get me too hype
I can't be civil wit' these ****, they don't need rights
Her head on swivel, and I'm waitin' for the green light
Wit' my Indian brother, he look like the Green Knight
That boy my son, no melatonin, told him, "Sleep tight"
My pockets fat as hell, but the rest of my jeans tight
This ho like me in real life, boy, I don't need likes
I took that Perc', I'm seein' black and white like Eli
Big-ass Balenciagas, boy, these not no FILAs
Said she ain't dated for a minute, think I see why
I'm from the streets like JoJo, I'm not talm 'bout Siwa
That **** sip way too much green, that boy got green eyes
That **** tried that shit, he Zaxby's, put him deep fry
Two stupid hoes talm 'bout, "Exactly," the shit made me cry
This bit' know how to get under my skin like a parasite
Like, Jeepers Creepers, ****, Saw, twin, it's a scary sight
My diamonds come from Africa, but this shit very bright
My pockets fat as hell, but the rest of my jeans tight
This ho like me in real life, boy, I don't need likes
I took that Perc', I'm seein' black and white like Eli
Big-ass Balenciagas, boy, these not no FILAs
Said she ain't dated for a minute, think I see why
(We in ya ear, baby)
Written by: Sneak Ties, sneak