Lyrics
(Grow up, nigga)
Brrt
Stupid, aight
Tsh, **** they talkin' bout?
Yeah (Crete, crete, crete, crete, crete)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
My momma mistakin' my b*****s
White b***h cleanin' my dishes
I still leave a boat with the fishes
I still won't sip on the Tris'
I bought her a birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious
Speakin' on me, so I know he depressed, the ho could Cobain herself
I'ma go **** these b*****s, he think that everything set, these bullets and that's just hardcore physics
I won't give a b***h my digits
Somethin' happen to me, ain't trippin', I know my dogs gon' run and get vengeance
Flesh shot, give a **** 'bout a witness
Get back, if you don't, we some b*****s
These low tier b*****s be business
**** 'em all like a teddy on missions
If I get on that time, it get vicious
I don't ever move 'round with militias
In tempt, but if you cross me, then I'm crossing you back like Isiah on Pistons
Heard them boys hopin' and wishin', they woulda listened
Three hunnid RP's, they stuffed in a box, dawg, he riding round me, 'round town with the knocks
I used to knock on their door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block
Now I buy stocks and Rolls Royce trucks
I used to sweep up hair at the shop
Nah, for real, facts
Ecstasy pills by the pack, ha, M***y came from the pound, huh
C*****e came out the crate, can't **** with no niggas who rape
Creep at that boy on skates, preachin' the word like Jake's
These b*****s gon' **** a face
I'm tryna go big, like Ace
I'm tryna go big, Biggavel
I was poppin' some shit they could smell
I been up on the ave' since twelve
Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails
P***y
[Verse 2: LUCKI]
On a high, this is not a debate
On a high, this is not a d—
On a high, this is not a debate
I be trickin' but don't got a cape
I'm disturbin' the peace of L.A
White b***h in the Porsche truck hate me
Tell me that yo' p***y is real, I payed for that shit like the bill
Bad karma, 'cause looks can kill
I bought her a Birkin, said, "Welcome to Hell"
He fell off, he posted a grill, the one of us cashin', we won't get a bail
I don't gotta explain myself, spent that shit like I payed myself
She so pretty, I invest in her swimsuit
Brand new and that's gon' stay on the shelf
Two face king, you can meet the other me, but that's if you make it there
Curious enough, I'll take you there
I wrote half of this verse in the Bentley, I just took her reach to city
She a weirdo ho like Missy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy, ayy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy
Brrt
Stupid, aight
Tsh, **** they talkin' bout?
Yeah (Crete, crete, crete, crete, crete)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
My momma mistakin' my b*****s
White b***h cleanin' my dishes
I still leave a boat with the fishes
I still won't sip on the Tris'
I bought her a birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious
Speakin' on me, so I know he depressed, the ho could Cobain herself
I'ma go **** these b*****s, he think that everything set, these bullets and that's just hardcore physics
I won't give a b***h my digits
Somethin' happen to me, ain't trippin', I know my dogs gon' run and get vengeance
Flesh shot, give a **** 'bout a witness
Get back, if you don't, we some b*****s
These low tier b*****s be business
**** 'em all like a teddy on missions
If I get on that time, it get vicious
I don't ever move 'round with militias
In tempt, but if you cross me, then I'm crossing you back like Isiah on Pistons
Heard them boys hopin' and wishin', they woulda listened
Three hunnid RP's, they stuffed in a box, dawg, he riding round me, 'round town with the knocks
I used to knock on their door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block
Now I buy stocks and Rolls Royce trucks
I used to sweep up hair at the shop
Nah, for real, facts
Ecstasy pills by the pack, ha, M***y came from the pound, huh
C*****e came out the crate, can't **** with no niggas who rape
Creep at that boy on skates, preachin' the word like Jake's
These b*****s gon' **** a face
I'm tryna go big, like Ace
I'm tryna go big, Biggavel
I was poppin' some shit they could smell
I been up on the ave' since twelve
Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails
P***y
[Verse 2: LUCKI]
On a high, this is not a debate
On a high, this is not a d—
On a high, this is not a debate
I be trickin' but don't got a cape
I'm disturbin' the peace of L.A
White b***h in the Porsche truck hate me
Tell me that yo' p***y is real, I payed for that shit like the bill
Bad karma, 'cause looks can kill
I bought her a Birkin, said, "Welcome to Hell"
He fell off, he posted a grill, the one of us cashin', we won't get a bail
I don't gotta explain myself, spent that shit like I payed myself
She so pretty, I invest in her swimsuit
Brand new and that's gon' stay on the shelf
Two face king, you can meet the other me, but that's if you make it there
Curious enough, I'll take you there
I wrote half of this verse in the Bentley, I just took her reach to city
She a weirdo ho like Missy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy, ayy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy