Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PLAYERTWO
Performer
Luke Gabriel Isnani
Vocals
Patrick Camacho
Vocals
Luke April
Musician
Ivo Impreso
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Gabriel Isnani
Composer
Patrick Camacho
Lyrics
Ivo Impreso
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke April
Producer
Ivo Impreso
Producer
Wave P
Producer
Lyrics
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
I go with everything call me the butter
I go to the market and cameras shutter
Not trynna be sus but suck on my
Fuck off my vision you making me sick
Im allergic to basic, yeah above average
Wearing 'em formals, but I'm still ballin
Why you so flawless? That's what she told me
Walkin on clouds, Shit's way too easy
Bye for a minute
Imma head back to the hills for a minute, stay still for minute
Laidback but a nuisance, chill for a minute
Maybach or the Nissan, drift for a minute
Stackin up hoes, I stack clothes
Pretty long legged I attack those
Bitch I'm a star, international
Know I'll get far but I stay ground level
Head choppin' all you motherfuckers say I'm trash
All you bitches soft like MJ, I'm bad
All the record labels look at me like cash
Cashiers been beepin' forever my momma be stuntin' on premium leather
Year or a two you will see me on letters
Dream with no limits, I'm standing on heather
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Little bitch you ain't on my level
I got flows hotter than the motherfucking devil
Smoking the blunt got me higher than the treble
Your side chick bad but my bitch stay steaming like a kettle
That's hot
Who you know hotter in the motherfucking block
Who can make his own shit off the strength of the top
Talk shit to my face better know you getting shot
On God, so better not trigger my glock
Breaking hearts like a fucking tumor
Swim in that ocean like Im a tuna
Running that track like a wild puma
I got the sauce like Im straight outta Cuba
Patience short, not like a prison sentence
I can't stand what these bitches saying
I'm a king bitch so better call me highness
Don't smoke that blunt baby smoke this penis
Hold on hold on Lemme introduce myself I'm Wave P
I'm pushin pussy like you wet bitch
Ain't no peace sign, Imma master piece
Allergic to you who talk shit
Achoo
Leave me alone
Where's my phone
Ringin the ambulance,I'm in the zone
Smell my cologne
I hear you moan
(Ahh)
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Holup bish, knocking at your door
Have you met anybody else hotter than us all, ayo
Writer(s): Andric Ivo Impreso, Luke Gabriel Isnani, Patrick Carlo Camacho
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