Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashton Butler
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, I'm in a Jaguar SUV, moving through efficiently
Tried to get some food up off the card, but bitch, I burnt the piece
Hundred dollar Best Buy gift card, it's on the way to me
Change the information on the account, this shit gon' take a week
Southwest redeeming points for cards and selling cheap flights
Saying that the bougie Marriott for free for three nights
I know a lesbian that's bad as hell, she like to eat dikes
I know a nigga that cuffed a freak bitch, cause that's what he like
My girl gon' wrap the fronto in some paper, it's the king size
Said she gon' stick it out through thick and thin bitch, what's your ring size?
And I know a nigga that fucked a nigga, but he don't wanna admit it
He ain't never even trap or scam at all, he good at ad-libbing
You been lame since birth, nigga, that's probably why your dad missing
I hit this bitch one time, she said her boyfriend said "it grab different"
Bitch, don't try to compare me, to your ex, cause we mad different
He then went to jail cause he had a stick, but he ain't have a mag in it
Only time I'm finna wear my pants is with a sag in it
Why the fuck can't Disney make a show without a fad in it
My dog from the UK smoking cigs, bruh, that's a fag in it
Lame nigga was arguing bout sports, then brought a flag in it
Bloods, Crips, GDPs, that shit don't make sense to me
He just got put on, he reppin' hard, this nigga 23
Stupid bitch then fell in love with dude just cause he in the streets
Said he don't fuck with rats, but I guess his cool his partner fucking teens
In 2023, the OG's gossip like drama queens
I don't care bout your attitude, bitch, my mama mean
Red Crocs, buckled em to the back, look like Lightning McQueen
Thick sole, Steve Madden's, that is not the McQueens
Let me get a number one, with a Sprite, dressed it with everything
Tryna fuss at brunch, bitch, it's a time and place for everything
She said, Cash, what do you do for fun? I said everything
What you gone hit if you get your gun? Bitch, everything
Telly plug, flying cheap, somewhere different every week
Forgetting to post my story, bitch I can't even much keep up with me
Niggas glazing he could never be no vegan cause he love to beef
I know a shooter that don't got no bread at all, but he love to be
Come on, yeah, yeah, come on
Y'all heard what nigga said, nigga said
He say he don't fuck rats, he don't care, his partner fucking teens
Writer(s): Ashton Butler
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