Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
leancat
Performer
ssbeghost♱
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yasmin Sybau
Composer
Izaya Tij
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ron34k
Producer
ssbeghost♱
Producer
Lyrics
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
See it in you
(Shh)
(Shh)
Talked, grabbed him, sippy, zapped
The Glock, gave him tippy-tapped
Just wish, stuffy, flippy-flap
I'm geek, this shit trippy trap
She bleed, but ain't shit for that
Mean, yeah, it's definite
Don't heat, I'm gon' refer it
Baby, you wanna go to Japan
Let's go, ain't payin' one, 'cause you're lit
I said, "Cho, you can't even read your friends"
It's been like that, you was chasin'
And these **** talkin' 'bout don't even make sense
She so fuckin' hot, that bitch red
Thought she was bleedin', now she's just wet
That bitch ain't right, I'm so dead
Be through her, he blew up in her head
And I ain't had thoughts, but just had ya
Couldn't let a **** hurt off, he just created
Push you if you had problems, just say ya
Slide that **** head, ballin', but dead
Don't even know how I got to success
Red beam up in the dark
Once in a while, she smoke a shot
I'ma leave me, leave me wherever I want, bro, I'ma go shot
I was in my car, you homies got parked in the parkin' lot
**** waitin' for the next left, parkin' spot
Y'all lil' yatter, that's the darkest spot
I leave **** flat like a parking spot
No money in your purse, your bro a pot
Broke ass, ****, couldn't buy a soda cup, y'all switched on some of my homies 'cause I had to
Left the shark, got frisky, Zach
The Glock, gave him tippy-tapped
The switch, stuff you flippy-flapped
I'ma get this shit, trip or trip
She leavin' and shit for that
Got me, yeah, that's definite
Don't he? I'ma referra'
I'ma make me one to go to Japan
I'm drinkin' 'bout a bitch, wanna tell you the sin
I ain't shiffin' 'bout a bitch, wanna tell you again
I got money now, mama, I ain't fail you again
I'm lookin' at these **** like me and Burke is a trend
I'm fallin' in her trap, she get choked
Y'all be **** be cryin' 'bout y'all, these **** get locked
I'm eatin' so fuckin' good, a **** get swole
I'm gettin' high, gettin' fat, I look
I don't take her, I know they pussy so good
She cheatin' in her head, had her
Fat cop couldn't chase me that way
Bitch made bitches jump, done did my wrist
Chase you and get stuffed up like a teddy bear
Chop the top, don't shed them hair
One time, my closet was wetter than hair
I'm fucked with a crowd that's dead
I'm runnin' it up, I'm gon' go my last
See her hot, fuck them ****, I'm lazy, yeah
Bitches here to fuck and you couldn't take me
Fuck me up, they tryna fuck me up, **** be tweakin', they tryna take me out
Fuck, switch up on some of my homies, ****, that's it
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson