Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Junior Mpiana
Songwriter
Milli K
Lyrics
Chibwe Mweemba
Songwriter
Peter Muwowo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.u.n.o.
Producer
Peter Muwowo
Producer
Lyrics
(Wait, did you say this was Juno's beat?)
Yeah, look
I walk in the spot and I'm drippin
Wait, listen
Shordy come show me the vision
I'm out here taking what's given
Wait, hold on
I'm feeling brazy, let's go on
Pull up to the party, yeah
I got the ice on my wrist
And we puttin' a show on
Wait, it's crazy, I'm brazy
All of these niggas don't phase me
Two grand, pay me (Cash)
I'm finna spoil the baby (Yeah, yeah)
Y'all niggas actin so crazy
I see this shit on the daily (What?)
Hold on, yeah
I see this shit on the daily
Ice on my wrist up in diamonds (Ice)
Niggas wanna see me shining (Ice)
Up to the top, I be climbing
Off the bars, I be rhyming
Wait, wait
Off the charts, I'll be rising (To the top)
For the hustle, I be grinding
No need for reminding (Yeah)
I walk in the spot and I'm dripping
Wait, listen
Shordy come show me the vision (Vision)
I'm out here taking what's given
Wait, hold on (Hol' on)
I'm feeling brazy, let's go on (Let's go!)
Pull up to the party, yeah
I got the ice on my wrist
And we puttin' a show on (Grrrrt)
Nigga I put on a show, I'm going brazy with cro
Baby l get it and go, I ride around with the pole
I'm cooking up with Juno
Fuck nigga what do you know (Huh?)
Nothing
You talking you shit, you just bluffing
Smoke on your pack now we puffing, fucking your bitch I ain't cuffing
Fuck nigga what have you seen? (Seen)
Gleam (Gleam)
Diamonds, they shining with sheen
Nigga this Gucci, not Shein
I ride around with the team, ice on my fit got me clean
Spinning opp block with the scheme
Fuck around buss at your spleen, fuck around buss at ya neck
Fuck around buss at your back, talking that shit get you whacked
Niggas be hating like that, pussy boy can't even rap
Niggas be talking that cap, they love all the talking and banging till forty cab crash on your back
I come in the party, I'm sipping Bacardi, I'm flexing a Carti, then bussing a shawty
Nigga I'm sipping Bacardi, nigga I'm drinking that Henny
Fuck all the opps I got many
All you broke niggas ain't bready, I ride around with the semi
Looking for shots I got plenty, loading a clip I shoot twenty, these bullets is heavy, I'm making it wetty
New verse, new car
New hoe, new bitch
We banging parties whatchu know
And sending the shots like we serve in the RICO
Tommy, Fendi, Louis, Dior
All on my body soprano, that shordy got ass, and that's why she Latino
I put a bitch in a head choke, I'm fucking her hard like
Until let the bed rock
Don't you be talking so cocky, I'm putting a glock in your mouth, you a dead opp
Hopping from party to party, so icy I'm shaking the room with a head knot
All you little niggas get fed, don't you compare me I'm tired and fed up
First, I be getting the plug, then finna head to the party with Milli and Tash
Hit up a shordy, we go pick her up in the Civic, got seventy three on the dash
Step on the gas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Not running it back (What?)
Shordy be running my tag
All of my niggas be getting that bag (Cash, cash, cash)
We exit the four door, I'm dripping in Dior, we enter the party, we getting turned up
I'm taking one shot, two shot, three shot, four shot, Imma be getting fucked up
Opps at the party, if they finna try me, I'm not really sorry, you getting stuck up
Fuck all the opps at the party, I keep me a blicky, so run up, get done up, yeah
("Run up, get done up... Wrong song.")
Yeah, we puttin the show on
Hold up (Hold up)
Party (Party)
Drop to the spot, we got bodies (Yeah)
They be sippin' on Bacardi (Yeah)
Throwing pong, it's Olympics
I be chilling with the misfits
Good times, no resisting
It's a scope, no ballistics
Yeah (baow)
Baby, welcome to the party
Bangers only in the party
Taking shots like it's Smarties
Throwing rhymes like I'm Carti
Pull out the glock from my rari
Petty niggas wanna try me
Acting tough, acting hardy
Put thirty shots in they body
I walk in the spot and I'm dripping
Wait, listen
Shordy come show me the vision
I'm out here taking what's given
Wait, hold on
I'm feeling brazy, let's go on
Pull up to the party, yeah
I got the ice on my wrist
And we puttin' a show on
I walk in the spot and I'm dripping
Wait, listen
Shordy come show me the vision
I'm out here taking what's given
Wait, hold on
I'm feeling brazy, let's go on
Pull up to the party, yeah
I got the ice on my wrist
And we puttin' a show on
Writer(s): Junior Mpiana, Chibwe Mweemba
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