Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
leancat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Izaya Tij
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ron34k
Producer
Lyrics
Baboon a girl, I got litters
Look, she was just fuckin' my ****
Harmony, bitch, you no biggie
I was lookin' at the kid in my picture
Boy, I got blue bills, you a pincher
You grippin' on one, she a dancer
You not green, be made of Tenser
Broke that lil' boy in no benders
To you, I look like a banker
Every artillery girl look like a tanker
I tell my bitch, "Shut the fuck up"
She want me come over and shank her
Look at your check, it is blank, sir
Don't fuck with you, you a raper
What the fuck you want with y'all fuck ****?
Pssh, I'm eatin', I really could cater
She freaky as hell, let me shake her
Let's have our money in the race, uh
Skid marks, we had to skate, uh
Y'all heard that now, that is your fate
Put boy 2B up on his sleeve, clap
Put that boy on the beat, sit down
Put that boy on his seat, wet as hell
She put the boy in the wreath
Thick-ass bitch, like me, twin with me
I fuck 'em, I'm sleepin' with my horny-ass sheep
I'm really big, get gyal, I was born off a beam
I'ma make it with a flip, we tour up the V
Which **** want beef? Set up tour at the C
You don't even cop enough, you ain't important, fiend
We're blowin' the ground like a lid, look
She was just fuckin' my ****
Hop in that bitch and go big
I was lookin' at lil' kid in my picture
Boy, I got blue bills, you a pincher
You grippin' on ones, you a dancer
Get that green beep and don't test, sir
Broke that lil' boy in no benders
Yeah, broke that lil' boy in no benders
Stop all the fightin', it's fuck up, Kocem
Y'all waste the tax, payin' money for shit, these protests need to eat the rich
Shower, then lay down, I might eat the bitch
You up out the trap, what jeep is this?
With a top, say I need me a piece for a bitch
Stop droppin' them bombs, you wasteful bitch
Bro, up the whole town, I just came for a fit
I know you stole off, you ain't slick
Bro, grab that bow, I really quick
Cross that lil' bro, you silly kick
Left air pods, you tryin' to drill me, bitch?
They wanna kill me and seal me, yeah
Bitches actin' like that, they feel me, yeah
My mirror shaped the whole building, yeah
Try to slide, start droppin' them killings
Get that case, had to duck in the ceilings
My Clark Courts outside, it ain't Chim's, I'm gon' hit the good shit like, "What's the dealings?"
Dots on your face, now you look like Krillin
Green-ass ****, you look like Piccolo
Bitch, shut me up, and then she lit, bro
Sweet-ass ****, but he just like a center row
Skinny-ass bitch, pretty face, got me fin-fo'ed
You don't even got money to play, yeah, get rid of bro
Get on the bench, yeah, I'm gooder at the ranch
Just went off the bench, don't call me the GOAT
Bro, sip on the Wock', don't call him the bro
That bitch like a raft, she bob and I float
How the fuck she talk while I'm in her throat?
God, just walked over, hop on the folks
Yeah, I got that slice for the dope, yo
I got that slice for you, bro, yeah
Red, come fight for me, bro, big bro
No, I don't have to be low
At eighteen, I had to be grown
Five, ten, ten, I had to get ghost
Next to my fans, it's not just Post
Your fifth birthday, it's not just roast
You shot the ground, you did not get close
If she on the 'Gram, she is not your ho
I gave 'em a shot to the throat
Like, I don't even pop, that's pro
Realize, I don't even fuck with y'all
No reason, you don't get tough with y'all
You cop my song like bar for bar
You been tryna cop me beat for beat
That beat was ass, can't recreate Wi-Fi
You and your team look like you work at Five Guys
I'm on the window with a motherfuckin' trap hot
Nah, I ain't shootin', my white man is Tick-Tock
Grace is here, now the J's is high top
Him and the white tee, dead on the black top
Your bitch runnin' point, psych, stop
These **** don't really wanna fight, haha
White body pullin' this tight
I got a gut, girl, got snake bite
I'm up with God, I'm like your kite
I done seen it all, you don't got my sight
Fuck politics, it's not my fight
If I'm out with no blitz, then I don't feel right, uh
She pourin' that gun like a liter
She fuck with me, this fuck on my head, yeah
I'm on that beat, they gon' be
Written by: Izaya Tij