Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Shane Light
Songwriter
Gabriel Dean Barlin
Songwriter
Lyrics
Open the deck for the heat that I pack
Bitch, no shit, want a piece of the rack
Paid for the speedo, I'ma use the whole tach
She got pretty eyes, I'ma make 'em roll back
Spittin' this shit, on grind day one
Not for the guap bitch, I do it for fun
Figures I get, I be second to none
Bitch I come through and I hit it and run
Ay this beat, spring winds real devious
Off my shit, I'm next, you're previous
You go for bitches, that's lookin' real tedious
I go for ladies, I make it look easiest
Gonna hit a lick, I be on this shit nightly
Cravin' this dick, you gon ask politely
Counterproposal until the bitch bite me
I'ma keep sinnin' and god gon' smite me
Ay lil mama, what pills you takin'
Gettin' the bag, I bring home the bacon
Go with the flow, it's godforsaken
No heartbreakin', only leg shakin'
Boom to the tomb, manifesto
Chillin in France, no future retro
Like Sean Sellers I be chillin on death row
Freestyle train like bars on the metro
Style on file for a while it's dope
Seein' her titties, they covered in soap
Tall Benz rides, man I feel like the pope
Hittin' civilians, I took off the scope
Dont like my team then I put you to rest
Hard pill to swallow, not hard to digest
She puttin' my hand all up on her breast
Got it, done did it, I finished the quest
Baby go open up the gate
Stacking up bread on my plate
Feel like Superman, need a cape
Need a badass bitch like Rey
She sippin' on me like I'm cola
Do what I say, yeah, she been like a soldier
Feel like I'm curry, I been had my floater
I talk to her good make her think that I'm older
Hunnid bands in my pocket
I don't fuck with people, understand I don't drop it
She play me like a bop it
I don't want a ring baby, I am not a hobbit
I'm like 'damn, what a topic'
Looking at me up and down, like she ain't gone stop it
Take you down to the tropics
Now we riding waves baby, I ain't gone flop it
Open the deck for the heat that I pack
Bitch, no shit, want a piece of the rack
Paid for the speedo, I'ma use the whole tach
She got pretty eyes, I'ma make 'em roll back
Spittin' this shit, on grind day one
Not for the guap bitch, I do it for fun
Figures I get, I be second to none
Bitch I come through and I hit it and run
Open the deck for the heat that I pack
Bitch, no shit, want a piece of the rack
Paid for the speedo, I'ma use the whole tach
She got pretty eyes, I'ma make 'em roll back
Spittin' this shit, on grind day one
Not for the guap bitch, I do it for fun
Figures I get, I be second to none
Bitch I come through and I hit it and run
Writer(s): Gabriel Dean Barlin, Matthew Shane Light
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