Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Conyers
Songwriter
Blake Conyers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Conyers
Engineer
Lyrics
A-A-Akrin
Ay, racks all one me, she fond of me
Ay, she want all of me, she all on me
Ay, came a long way from poverty
Ay, keep it goin', shit, who's stoppin' me?
Ay, keep it on me man, don't play with me
Ay, fuck around, shit, get laid to sleep
Ay, know these pussy boys, they hate on me
Ay, keep on talkin' see what's next from me, ay
Tellin' dude I don't play around, bah-bah-bah
Shit boy, I let that choppa sound, nah-nah-nah
Pussy boy, he a fuckin' clown, like la-la-la
Got your bitch singin' for the crown
Ay, like how she even hit that note?
Ay, Akrin boy, I ain't no fuckin' joke
Ay, told that boy, he ain't want the smoke
Ay, now I show his ass where pussies go
Ay, Ay
A-A-Akrin
She ain't like my shoes, tell that bitch to kick rocks
If you see me in the club then you know you gettin' popped
If that boy ever snitchin' then you know he meetin' God
I was waitin' on my shit, now you know it's gettin' dropped, like
Like, man we swervin' in that drop
And that bitch can't even see, she was swirlin' off the drop
And I'm spinnin' onna opp, and she swimmin' to my spot
Man, your lyrics so pussy, I can't see you at the top, ay
Ay, and I'm turnt up in the Crocs, ay
Ay, and I'm chillin' with that chop, ay
Like, man we swervin' in that drop
And that bitch can't even see, she was swirlin' off the drop
And I'm spinnin' onna opp, and she swimmin' to my spot
Man, your lyrics so pussy, I can't see you at the top, ay
Ay, and I'm turnt up in the Crocs, ay
Ay, and I'm chillin' with that chop, ay
Ay, uh
A-A-Akrin
I can't fuck no fake ho, like bruh don't get me started
You can check my IG, all the pics they ho's, they hearted
And the pussys try they hardest
And my whip is on exotic
And I still can't find the engine, but you know I look the hardest, like uh
Ay, uh, spent your rent up in my closet daily
And that bitch she wanna have my babies
And I swear to God these bitches hate me
When I pull up all you pussies shaking
When I pull up all your bitches shaking
Been obsessed with all that money making
Like, man we swervin' in that drop
And that bitch can't even see, she was swirlin' off the drop
And I'm spinnin' onna opp, and she swimmin' to my spot
Man, your lyrics so pussy, I can't see you at the top, ay
Ay, and I'm turnt up in the Crocs, ay
Ay, and I'm chillin' with that chop, ay
A-A-Akrin
A-A-Akrin
Writer(s): Blake Conyers
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