More songs by Armani White
Description
Producer, Background Vocalist: Louis Futon
Producer: July Da Producer
Background Vocalist: Karen Hua
Mixing Engineer: Leslie Brathwaite
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
A& R: James Supreme
A& R: Drew Corria
Aand Radministrator: Mario Lyte
Additional Engineer: Benjamin Thomas
Composer Lyricist: Enoch Armani Tolbert
Composer Lyricist: Tyler Minford
Composer Lyricist: Julio Angel Fernandez Jr.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
Bitch, don't talk too much, I been up for the past few days. Throw that shit on.
Let that tough shit go when them young niggas had you fazed. Like what you do?
You throw that shit on, bitch, I throw that shit on, bitch, I, I throw that shit on, bitch, I, I throw that. Ayy, I'm in the Fashion Wards, back to Mars.
Punk rock gang in the Aston Martin. The runway, I done fucked half them whores.
Maybe next time hit me for the casting call.
Like ooh, this little bitch try to sneak a little pic of the gang, but the flash went off.
Hitman take 'em where the packs ran off. To the back end, made it rain Jackson dark. Nigga, weights too heavy.
Woo, goddamn, my bitch too heavy.
In the White House in my Wraith like who gon' check me out this bitch? I cuffed so many AKAs, I know the stuff she 'bout to hit.
I pluck the red floor, grab my dick. One pic, then yeah, straight 'bout to dip.
Like brother! Ugh. Got you in your feelings out this bitch. A legend has.
Blanco made a couple million out this bitch. Legend has.
Y'all got hot then started chilling out this bitch and now you burnt.
Bitch, you had to turn in, now them legends have it and I, ugh. Throw that shit on, bitch, I. I throw that shit on, bitch, I.
I throw that shit on, ayy, bitch, I. I throw that shit on. I buy the bags.
Throw that shit on. My girl got the waist. I throw that shit on. Bitch, I'm out the Way.
I throw that shit on. Bitch, I'm out the Way. I throw that shit on. Brother.
Ooh, I gave you my love but bitch you did me dirty.
Dirty. You see this snap, show these hoes don't deserve me.
Yeah.
Ayy. Ayy, I got the torch, my nigga. Woo.
Closest I can get back home is New York, my nigga. I'm tryna put the city on fours, my nigga. Can't do this shit from a
Porsche, my nigga. If I like ten pics, then of course I'm with her.
Ball on a bitch, roll up courtside with her.
It's the first time she ain't ever had nice shit 'cause the bitch start stealing all the forks I get her.
It's grade school as fuck and when my youngin took her lunch.
She already called her cousins, they gon' set that nigga up. She got it from me, was born in the back of a Jeep.
And that ain't no bar, I can tell you the street.
I been watching them flop for like twenty-eight weeks. Why the fuck y'all worried 'bout me? Like brother, ugh.
Got you in your feelings out this bitch. A legend has.
Blanco made a couple million out this bitch. Legend has.
Y'all got hot then started chilling out this bitch and now you burnt. Bitch, you had to turn in, now them legends have it and I, ugh.
Throw that shit on, bitch, I. I throw that shit on, bitch, I.
I throw that shit on, ayy, bitch, I. I throw that shit on. I buy the bags. Throw that shit on.
My girl got the waist. I throw that shit on. Bitch, I'm out the Way. I throw that shit on. Bitch,
I'm out the Way. I throw that shit on. Brother. Ooh,
I gave you my love but bitch you did me dirty. Dirty.
You see this snap, show these hoes don't deserve me.
New curfews in the city have been set to control the ongoing issue.
The city of Philadelphia has had enough with flash mobs.
English translation
Yeah.
Bitch, don't talk too much, I been up for the past few days. Throw that shit on.
Let that tough shit go when them young niggas had you fazed. Like what you do?
You throw that shit on, bitch, I throw that shit on, bitch, I, I throw that shit on, bitch, I, I throw that. Ayy, I'm in the Fashion Wards, back to Mars.
Punk rock gang in the Aston Martin. The runway, I done fucked half them whores.
Maybe next time hit me for the casting call.
Like ooh, this little bitch try to sneak a little pic of the gang, but the flash went off.
Hitman take 'em where the packs ran off. To the back end, made it rain Jackson dark. Nigga, weights too heavy.
Woo, goddamn, my bitch too heavy.
In the White House in my Wraith like who gon' check me out this bitch? I cuffed so many AKAs, I know the stuff she 'bout to hit.
I pluck the red floor, grab my dick. One pic, then yeah, straight 'bout to dip.
Like brother! Ugh. Got you in your feelings out this bitch. A legend has.
Blanco made a couple million out this bitch. Legend has.
Y'all got hot then started chilling out this bitch and now you burnt.
Bitch, you had to turn in, now them legends have it and I, ugh. Throw that shit on, bitch, I. I throw that shit on, bitch, I.
I throw that shit on, ayy, bitch, I. I throw that shit on. I buy the bags.
Throw that shit on. My girl got the waist. I throw that shit on. Bitch, I'm out the Way.
I throw that shit on. Bitch, I'm out the Way. I throw that shit on. Brother.
Ooh, I gave you my love but bitch you did me dirty.
Dirty. You see this snap, show these hoes don't deserve me.
Yeah.
Ayy. Ayy, I got the torch, my nigga. Woo.
Closest I can get back home is New York, my nigga. I'm tryna put the city on fours, my nigga. Can't do this shit from a
Porsche, my nigga. If I like ten pics, then of course I'm with her.
Ball on a bitch, roll up courtside with her.
It's the first time she ain't ever had nice shit 'cause the bitch start stealing all the forks I get her.
It's grade school as fuck and when my youngin took her lunch.
She already called her cousins, they gon' set that nigga up. She got it from me, was born in the back of a Jeep.
And that ain't no bar, I can tell you the street.
I been watching them flop for like twenty-eight weeks. Why the fuck y'all worried 'bout me? Like brother, ugh.
Got you in your feelings out this bitch. A legend has.
Blanco made a couple million out this bitch. Legend has.
Y'all got hot then started chilling out this bitch and now you burnt. Bitch, you had to turn in, now them legends have it and I, ugh.
Throw that shit on, bitch, I. I throw that shit on, bitch, I.
I throw that shit on, ayy, bitch, I. I throw that shit on. I buy the bags. Throw that shit on.
My girl got the waist. I throw that shit on. Bitch, I'm out the Way. I throw that shit on. Bitch,
I'm out the Way. I throw that shit on. Brother. Ooh,
I gave you my love but bitch you did me dirty. Dirty.
You see this snap, show these hoes don't deserve me.
New curfews in the city have been set to control the ongoing issue.
The city of Philadelphia has had enough with flash mobs.