Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Stein
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hey
Thumbin' through the hunnids
Ion even break a sweat (Yeah, now you rockin' wit' Rada)
My brudda Dee, he bangin' blood, Dee throwin' his set
She came to the crib wit' no panties on, she so wet
My brudda hop out the van, he grabbin' his Drac', we gon' spin him
I'm clutchin' a gen five 43X, it came wit' extendo
High rise condo in Philly, I'm geeked
Double C double B, LV my feet
I ain't shakin' no hands, this talk ain't cheap
She sayin' I smell good, she on her knees
(She on her knees)
You ain't never had somebody like me
I'll gеt him zipped if you say it
I'm tryna give a whole child to you
Am I doin' too much, what I'm sayin'?
My wholе schedule be clear for you
What you tryna do, what's the plan?
You wanna slide on me, you can slide on me
It's late, I don't blame you
You a star, luv, ya' look beautiful on tape too
We got a hard love, but you my escape boo
Anytime luv, I'll pull up and slay ya'
She throwin' it back, I'm fuckin' her up
And I'm in the back, I'm clutchin' bruh
And she eatin' me up while I roll this blunt
Bae, I ain't mean to play wit' you
I'm masked up, got a K wit' me
Downin' pint after pint, bae I'm sicker
I just walked in wit' my killer, bet he gon' hit ya'
I just grab that stick, load that bitch up
We gon' blitz him
3.5 in this marley sheet
I ain't never smokin' on no swisher
She got a supermodel body type
The type you jus' wantin' to go get behind it
(I ain't sayin' a word, ya honor)
We stay deep, we don't post nun', we be silent
(You wanna slide on me, you can slide on me)
(It's late, I don't blame you)
(You a star, luv)
(You look beautiful on tape too)
(We got a hard love, but you my escape boo)
Thumbin' through the hunnids
Ion even break a sweat
My brudda Dee, he bangin' blood, Dee throwin' his set
She came to the crib wit' no panties on, she so wet
My brudda hop out the van, he grabbin' his Drac', we gon' spin him
I'm clutchin' a gen five 43X, it came wit' extendo
(High rise condo in Philly, I'm geeked)
(Double C double B, LV my feet)
(I ain't shakin' no hands, this talk ain't cheap)
(She sayin' I smell good, she on her knees)
(You can't walk a mile in my shoes, bitch)
('Cause they fuckin' LV, oh, oh, Elegant music)
Writer(s): John Stein
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