Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens, Gunna
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juan Bolano "Bolaño Beats"
Producer
Turbo
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, mmm
Pour it up nigga, toast up nigga
You know what I'm saying?
Shit ours
Yeah, mmm
Yeah
You ain't off the porch, you ain't got a hoe
I was keeping score, tell me what's your quote
It's in the air, we'll clear all the smoke
He would tuck his tail, then his car get revoked
I already know, fucking up the summer, they acknowledge the growth
I knew the Ms was coming, shit was already wrote
I keep this shit a hundred for my dawgs on the row, all on the row
Sitting in a Mercedes, about to push 7 backs
I'm telling you, she pretty with a pretty pussy cat
You wanna see her do it, she gon' do it for the racks
Do it for the racks, do it for some money
I done creative, I made something out of nothing
It ain't Halloween but I can pull up in a pumpkin
Niggas really broke and always making assumptions, don't care about your function
I'm tryna ease my mind while smoking marijuana
You putting shit in line so we fucking up the summer
I try to put 'em down, take the ball and never fumble, whole lotta commas (whole lotta commas)
These broke niggas talk, hell nah, I don't respond to 'em
I'm a big boss, they can't keep a nigga under
You can fuck her raw, I'ma hit her with a condom (Hit her with a condom)
You ain't off the porch, you ain't got a hoe
I was keeping score, tell me what's your quote
It's in the air, we'll clear all the smoke
He would tuck his tail, then his car get revoked
I already know, fucking up the summer, they acknowledge the growth
I knew the Ms was coming, shit was already wrote
I keep this shit a hundred for my dawgs on the row, all on the row
Come with the heat, you ain't have it high like me
I'm fucking with a shawty and she do what I say
I see some pussy niggas, they don't care to die today
I be the bigger person, ima go and walk away
Move 'em out the way, I'm a dog, not a stray
She sucks it so hard, she gon' need a neckbrace
This a million dollar race, I got money in the bank, I could cash out on a tank
Disrespect my brother, nigga, that'll get you spanked (Uh)
Presidential Rollie, almost cost a hundred K
Always come up with smoking on the fence
Doing donuts in the HOV lane
Gotta keep it playa, it ain't no fucking with no lame
I be watching, because these bitches act strange
Keep this shit a hundred, you can't go against the grain
Getting to the money, yeah, you know it ain't a thing
You ain't off the porch, you ain't got a hoe
I was keeping score, tell me what's your quote
It's in the air, we'll clear all the smoke
He would tuck his tail, then his car get revoked
I already know, fucking up the summer, they acknowledge the growth
I knew the Ms was coming, shit was already wrote
I keep this shit a hundred for my dawgs on the row, all on the row
Yeah, mmm
Pour it up nigga, toast up nigga
You know what I'm saying?
Shit ours
Yeah, mmm
Yeah
Writer(s): Sergio "gunna"
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