Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
UglyFace Music
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Farpella
Composer
Aaron Temple
Composer
Andre Mosley
Composer
Aric Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
UglyFace Music
Producer
Lyrics
This make me feel like sum
The real light, sun
My appeal right, huh
Slither downtown one time for the kid
You the main course and I didn't eat
Simmer on down when you ring my line
Act mannish when you need me
Mainy gather your thoughts
I don't gather mine bitch, I'm me
Gather your thoughts
I don't gather mine
They used to tell tales bout our missions
Oxtails in the kitchen
When you whipping up me somethin, huh
I been on the FaceTime, overtime
Iphone locked, gimme head recognition, huh
Gather your thoughts
I don't rather mine, bitch I'm me
Gather your thoughts
I don't gather mine
Girl, what type of time you on?
Talk me into any petty crime you want
You got my thoughts involved
I been in your city plenty times before
Confident nigga but I'm still humble
Quit texting in my phone with them green bubbles
Pit stops at the Harold's when my stomach rumble
Bitch slap a Karen if she talking we can all scuffle
And this ain't a Tesla boy it's all muscle
Haters say I'm flexing but it's all hustle
Spanish mami starting heating menudo
Gave me head and her Hulu
Chuck the duece and told me we a couple
But you know that ya boy don't like hand cuff
Big spender flake on bitches like dandruff
Clear intents like exposed campers
I son niggas Fred Sanford
Yeah chain hang diamonds yellow like a urine stain
Aye got em pissed off day after day
Driving fast like this car never came with brakes
Do yourself a favor babe
Drop the lame and get with game
Gather your thoughts
I don't rather mine, bitch I'm me
Gather your thoughts
I don't gather mine
Girl, what type of time you on?
Talk me into any petty crime you want
You got my thoughts involved
I been in your city plenty times before
Heard mad shit over catfish
Bout the stash in the mattress
Front wit the store full of fabrics
Feds can't know how I'm established
Interstate traffic funding my habits
Keep a weapon close
Niggas hit the doors they be jacking
I had mad shit, home and a bad bitch
Hit the Sco for the package
Italian guy with the ice cream
Icee no flavor though
Hands full of rings keep it player though
What you sayin' no Liberace
Chest naked sweating through Versace
Gaudy like don't give a fuck what it cost me
If I got it you can have it
Every since I put my niggas on gotta habit
We like to stack cheese
Go crazy on 580 whippin' like granny in the kitchen
Oxtails in the skillet on a fuckin' mission
Y'all dissin we ain't trippin this the god edition
Tried to told you but you didn't listen
Now you kneeled before the ring and tried to fuckin kiss it
Y'all the shit I must've missed it
You wasn't down when we was splitting 8ths
And backwoods I'm all good
Writer(s): Kevin Farpella, Andre Mosley, Aric Jones, Aaron Temple
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