Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Fedor Sommerfeld
Songwriter
William Michael Tunstall
Songwriter
Faris Alawneh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toosii
Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer
William Michael Tunstall
Producer
Bossman
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
FAS Beats
Producer
Lyrics
This shit kinda, kinda make me feel like I'm at Bikini Bottom
You know, even though I'm at the top right now, I don't know
Yeah
I'm below the water right now waitin' on that text to say I'm next
Fuck these nigga, know they hate it when I flex, uh (Bossman, you went crazy on this one)
I remember we ain't have a pot to piss, my mama, she was stressed
DJ trapped in Brentwood East tryna collect (FAS, you made it)
Nigga, we had debt
It was times I don't remember where we slept
But I knew that we done made it out the 'jects, yeah
And my nephew daddy locked up in the feds
Can't pick the phone up, we ain't have enough to collect
Nigga, this is not Bikini Bottom
I done made it to the top, I got 'em
I was raised with the killers and the robbers
All that pain, I felt a lot of
Pushed me to the top, now nigga, I'm on top of the world
I can finally cop the diamonds and the pearls
That's for my girl, yeah
'Cause I don't give a fuck, I want assets
All these nigga wanna do is just have sex
I don't be on all that
My motivation Sneak, he died from a wreck
When he was livin', he was at these nigga necks (Yeah)
Believe that
Way before I let the pain just come and go
All my peers was kickin' doors
I was on that field for real, they'll let you know
I been popular my whole life, nigga I been had the hoes
When the fame came, ain't do nothin' but add more, yeah
Sleepin' on pallets at my granny crib, ain't wakin' up for breakfast
Or top of the Pines, where I stole the Lexus
I was still the same nigga, that's all sayin', you get the message
One of the realest that's out of my section (Yeah)
I'm below the water right now, waitin' on the text to say I'm next
Fuck these nigga, know they hate it when I flex, uh
I remember we ain't have a pot to piss, my mama, she was stressed
DJ trapped in Brentwood East tryna collect
Nigga, we had debt
It was times I don't remember where we slept
But I knew that we done made it out the 'jects, yeah
And my nephew daddy locked up in the feds
Can't pick the phone up, we ain't have enough to collect
Nigga, this is not Bikini Bottom
I done made it to the top, I got 'em
I was raised with the killers and the robbers
All that pain, I felt a lot of
Pushed me to the top, now nigga, I'm on top of the world
I can finally cop the diamonds and pearls
That's for my girl, yeah
'Cause I don't give a fuck, I want assets
All these nigga wanna do is just have sex
I don't be on all that
My motivation Sneak, he died from a wreck
When he was livin', he was at these nigga necks
Believe that
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Fedor Sommerfeld, Faris Alawneh, William Michael Tunstall
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