Quick (Who made this shit?) (TayTay made the beat) Hm, yeah Uh-huh, yeah
My whole life red, bitch, I bang that red Babygirl, who the fuck is you? New bitch go to LSU If I want it, I pay My young niggas hungry, they take off your head Stylin', my stylist, she bringin' it in I can do it myself, but we perfect together Run up that money, we workin' together Rich, full of water, we surfin' together Neck full of water, young nigga propeller Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these niggas (Flyer than all y'all) You ain't alone, you ain't all alone, oh, baby I put that shit on I can show you how to put that shit on, my baby
Up the TEC, I can't lose it, I stay groovy And I make music, watch me do it I see you like to move it Come on, bae, let me see you get to it I'm a fool, they say that I'm foolish From a hood up inside Baton Rouge Put a nigga up inside a bullpen He won't make it out, body left layin' out I be thinkin' a lot of shit ruined Steady be tryna figure my plan out Got the money, they know I'm the man now Know they on me, I tell them to stand down Nigga thought he was safe 'til we ran down Brodie knock off your face, keep your hands down, wow Pour the shit up, I'm drinkin' it slow Two ounces, drop in a twenty ounce Told that girl she's mine forever That girl, she was lost, now found Told her, get her life together Fuckin' up, I don't need you 'round (Ooh) Now I realize I lose if I lose you Now I blues'd them clues Ain't got to workout, I'm flexin' the, uh Young nigga, AI, you know I got moves Drivin' it in and I'm layin' it up I'm on the battlefield Yeah, livin' life like Call Of Duty, for real I'm holdin' a bag of pills, yeah Got shawty inside of here chewin', for real
My whole life red, bitch, I bang that red Babygirl, who the fuck is you? New bitch go to LSU If I want it, I pay My young niggas hungry, they take off your head Stylin', my stylist, she bringin' it in I can do it myself, but we perfect together Run up that money, we workin' together Rich, full of water, we surfin' together Neck full of water, young nigga propeller Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these niggas (Flyer than all y'all) You ain't alone, you ain't all alone, oh, baby I put that shit on I can show you how to put that shit on, my baby
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Compositores: Elliott John Ii Guillory (BMI), Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (Youngboy Never Broke Again) (PRS), Tavian Dawson Carter (Taytaymadeit) (BMI)Editores: Artist Publishing Global, Big Thirty Eight MusicECAD verificado obra #39714478 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM