Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Driddy
Performer
TKD
Performer
Anthony Layne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Layne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TKD
Producer
Lyrics
Shoot shoot
Look Look
I see you in the stands with your man
And I look on your hand
Where ya ring at?
I don't see no fucking wedding band
Where ya ring tat?
I know you don't got no other plans
Get your groove back
In fact
You been with that nigga 10 years
And all he got you was a handbag
Ain't you embarrassed?
Tell me where ya self-respect at
Do yourself a favor and be treated like somebody
Baby you fucking deserve that
Word that nigga just using you for your fat cat
That shit must be jumping
Needa put that shit on Nasdaq
Girl you know I'm playing
Go get dressed I'll be here waiting
Just take your time I'll be patient
I'm leading you on the right path
You just make me wanna shoot shoot
I'm finna shoot my shot at you you
Will you reject me if I do do
Cause my anxiety is through through
Through the motherfucking roof
Man it's killing me
That niggas like him
Get away with shit like this
I'm bout to pull up to his momma crib
And make her suck my dick then take a flick
Of me fucking her brains out on the kitchen sink
Now hold up
I'm too disrespectful
Come here bitch open up
You don't need a utensil
Hate your son with a passion
What's wrong with his mental?
10 years of her life man that's so detrimental
It ain't nothing in this world bae
That you cannot handle
You just make me wanna shoot shoot
I'm finna shoot my shot at you you
Will you reject me if I do do
Cause my anxiety is through through
Through the motherfucking roof
Shawty you really wylin you keep.
Why you still fucking with that nigga for? like?
Like leave that nigga alone like deadass my nigga
Writer(s): Anthony Layne
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