Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JayForeign
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Junior Obasa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JayForeign
Producer
Lyrics
For a show
I need twenty or better
And it's Christian Dior for the sweater
Fifteen, prolly write her a letter
In my mind I believe ima get her
Shorty know I be stepping in Dior
Why your bitch call my phone, finna ignore
When I step in the stu it get hardcore
I be jumping threw beats like it's park core
I go over the top royal rumble he ah bitch he gone fall
Watch him stumble ima slide on all ten I don't fumble
I don't really got time for the fuck shit
But these bitch know nun but slut shit
Got your bitch getting wet like a puddle
She gone fuck off the rip ain't no cuddle
And I shoot like AD from the bubble
If he slip and he slide he get flooded
I don't know why you changed all a sudden
Switching on you that's impossible
When we both locked in we unstoppable
I grew up in the hood wasn't optional
I'm in tune so it's fuck your emotions
I don't even wanna cause no commotion
I just know shit that I can't speak on
Johnny storm in this bitch turn my heat on
And this forty gonna sound like a stampede
And this clip built long like a centipede
On bro what you on Mac eleven got heat like the sun
When I slide better duck, send shots hope you run out of luck
And your bitch shaking ass at the function, hell no this is not an assumption
And if he gone hide ima seek him
All them diamond I know u be leasing
I remember them times in the precinct
Now my watches be changing like season
In my bag and you know ima hustle
If you really want smoke ain't no scuffle
Cause these bullets gone crunch up his ruffles
Feel like D D G well off nigga I cannot hang you a send off
Better talk to me nice I get pissed off
Nigga I cannot shop that's a rip off
These bullets is hot and they ripping his face off
You in the dust ima take off look
You talking hot and you getting a face lift, send that boy up like a space ship
Aye they tell me to stop but I just keep going
These bullets be ripping like velcro huh
You can get shot if you keep talking shit
Put you on tv like elmo
She asking to stay I said hell no
Better go call a lyft from your cell phone
Like, talking that hot shit all on the gram only fifteen with a mic in my hand
You on my dick talking shit you a fan
I'm working so you know I ain't stopping
How you gone talk all that shit when you flopping
Patience Niggas know I'm a get that
Dividends niggas know ima make that
Walk in the room bet she shake that
She gone shake that look
He don't know what I mean tell him astalawego
He moving hot he get left with a halo
Foe nem ass lacking we caught him in four k
And if you talk hot I send shot's to your door way
Writer(s): Oluwabunmi Obasa
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