More songs by Nettspend
Description
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Engineer: Gunner Shepardson
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Nathaniel “CXO” Campos
A& R: Sesen Tsegab
Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe
Producer: CXO
A& R: Aaron “Dash” Sherrod
A& R: Nicole Wyskoarko
Composer Lyricist: Nathaniel Campos
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bitch, I am something tryna make a motherfucking hit.
What you gonna do if you not having motherfucking shit?
Huh, looking at my tick, I took a motherfucking shit. Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist.
Bitch, I am something tryna make a motherfucking hit.
What you gonna do if you not having motherfucking shit? Huh, looking at my tick, I took a motherfucking shit.
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist.
Main all the time, we get our own shit. I'ma put you in your place, quit making me sick.
I'ma put you in your place, not my place, bitch. Uh, SUV Ferrari hit the dash so quick.
Spilled the cup twice in a row on caramel lit. Got chrome on my belt, I chrome on a bitch.
I was in that A with that lil' dick shit.
Uh, told you you could pray if you want your ring, shit. Told you you could pray if you pray for it.
Uh, told you you could stay if you pray, pray, pray. Told you I don't wanna wait, just wait, wait, wait.
Get the fuck up out my way. Don't wait, wait, wait.
When the tracer hit your face, it's your day, day, day. What you gonna do if you not having motherfucking shit?
Huh, looking at my tick, I took a motherfucking shit.
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist.
Bitch, I am something tryna make a motherfucking hit. What you gonna do if you not having motherfucking shit?
Huh, looking at my tick, I took a motherfucking shit.
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist. When the tracer hit your face, it's your day, day, day.
Yeah, after we fuck, we can date, date, date. I done lost all my shades 'cause my eyes in the way. Said
I really love the city, yeah, I'm cray, cray, cray.
Yeah, I really love the city, I really love the city.
Downtown, baby, yeah, that's where my head rest at. In a two-seater, uh, I'm picking up who's here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm pulling in my Four Seasons.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm pulling in the Four Seasons. Yeah, yeah. I don't know who sent me. Yeah.
I don't know who sent me. Yeah. And I don't know who sent me. Yeah.
English translation
Bitch, I am something tryna make a motherfucking hit.
What you gonna do if you not having motherfucking shit?
Huh, looking at my tick, I took a motherfucking shit. Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist.
Bitch, I am something tryna make a motherfucking hit.
What you gonna do if you not having motherfucking shit? Huh, looking at my tick, I took a motherfucking shit.
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist.
Main all the time, we get our own shit. I'ma put you in your place, quit making me sick.
I'ma put you in your place, not my place, bitch. Uh, SUV Ferrari hit the dash so quick.
Spilled the cup twice in a row on caramel lit. Got chrome on my belt, I chrome on a bitch.
I was in that A with that lil' dick shit.
Uh, told you you could pray if you want your ring, shit. Told you you could pray if you pray for it.
Uh, told you you could stay if you pray, pray, pray. Told you I don't wanna wait, just wait, wait, wait.
Get the fuck up out my way. Don't wait, wait, wait.
When the tracer hit your face, it's your day, day, day. What you gonna do if you not having motherfucking shit?
Huh, looking at my tick, I took a motherfucking shit.
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist.
Bitch, I am something tryna make a motherfucking hit. What you gonna do if you not having motherfucking shit?
Huh, looking at my tick, I took a motherfucking shit.
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist. When the tracer hit your face, it's your day, day, day.
Yeah, after we fuck, we can date, date, date. I done lost all my shades 'cause my eyes in the way. Said
I really love the city, yeah, I'm cray, cray, cray.
Yeah, I really love the city, I really love the city.
Downtown, baby, yeah, that's where my head rest at. In a two-seater, uh, I'm picking up who's here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm pulling in my Four Seasons.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm pulling in the Four Seasons. Yeah, yeah. I don't know who sent me. Yeah.
I don't know who sent me. Yeah. And I don't know who sent me. Yeah.