Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Producer
Lyrics
Brooklyn outside look like the sea (shew)
Blazin' up, that's Bumblebee
That's my weed, I don't pour no (shew)
Press start but I don't got the keys
Wait, what's your name? I ain't tryna be mean
I ain't fake, I'm just tryna be me
Let's go on a date, my whip clean
Tip-top, I need a zip, please
I need that, take that off, whiskey need that B
I was drunk in a Lambo, yeah, I had to fuck it up again
Said she was in love, she was not sincere
Made me a scene in the bank, I'm lit up 'til I'm drank, yeah
I had a lot of pain in me, I still got a bitch from Beijing
She don't do shit lately, baby, slap it when you taste me
Make sure you send me guap, shorty, when you taste me
Don't come back when you leave me, young ****, basic
Don't move me, I trip where all y'all **** stay
I'm runnin' to the bank, I'm goin' fuckin' ape shit
Do his ass so bad, they think it's animated
Why y'all boys so mad, so irritated?
Pick the fake **** out, I'm so infiltration
Let the toxic ones out
Ooh, I feel like a doctor in her mouth
Don't fold up that chocolate in her mouth
Ooh, I just took that brick, can't pay 'em out
Ooh, you still come to me when it's a drought
She was so wet, made me feel like a drought
If you told me money falls off of a tree, I wouldn't doubt it
These **** tryna get hit for the clouty
These **** tryna get hit for the clouty
These **** tryna get hit for the clouty
These **** tryna get hit for the clouty
Brooklyn, I'm sellin' like they see
Close your eyes, that's a bumblebee
That's my weed, I don't pour no lean
Press start but I don't got the keys
Wait, what's your name? I don't mean to be mean
I ain't fake, I'm just tryna be
Mm, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Just tryna be me
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson