作词 : Trevor Holton
作曲 : Trevor Holton
Yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I guess it's getting late
And why the f*ck you talkin' tough if you not getting paid?
And why your b*tch up in my DM asking to get laid?
I bend her over, break her walls down like a barricade
I'm only eighteen, man I take your b*tch like any day
Whip out a choppa, and I let it sing like Marykate
I pop a ox in the yacht, and we go to outta space
My wrist got racks on the two sides, I open up the safe
Take shots right at you, [?], I always keep the K
You know I came with it real good, I open up his face
I'm off the MDMA, b*tch I feel them levitate
I just ate a shroom, and send it up to heaven's gates
b*tch annoyin', head of lice 'cause it's gettin' late, uh
I be getting big high watching anime
Walkin' with that pump-pump, walkin' with that crew
That b*tch wanna f*ck-f*ck, I said "Okay, cool"
She just know that "Ayy, baow", I be playin' pool
I was in a big car makin' money moves
Yeah, I guess it's getting late
And why the f*ck you talkin' tough if you not getting paid?
And why your b*tch up in my DM asking to get laid?
I bend her over, break her walls down like a barricade
I'm only eighteen, man I take your b*tch like any day
Whip out a choppa, and I let it sing like Marykate
I pop a ox in the yacht, and we go to outta space
My wrist got racks on the two sides, I open up the safe
Take shots right at you, [?], I always keep the K
You know I came with it real good, I open up his face
Uhh, yeah, yeah
Uhh, yeah, yeah