Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
HBN Zero
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Harris
Songwriter
Lyrics
Pour that wick inside my Fanta, while I walk inside my phantom
And I'm steppin' in Givenchy, tie my shoes, no, you can't have 'em
And this perky got me trippin', I be walkin' with no balance
Catch a nigga lackin'
(Far, far) we let 'em have it
'Cause I walk in with this stick
And I'm leavin' with your bitch
I got water on my wrist
Gas so stank, it smell like piss
How you hard, but you make this
Yeah, that bitch broke, she need a fix
Brodie trippin' tie yo' shit
Why that lil' bitch all on dick?
I feel like yeat, I'm going six
Wanna hear, gonna drip like this
Yeah, I be floating, I feel like a astronaut
He think he harder than me, nigga, no you're not
He wanna bring a FN to a choppa house
I get the pack and I bet that I send it out
Trappin' these niggas, I treat them like little mouse
I don't be fickin' these hoes, all I want is the mouth
Pour that wick inside my Fanta, while I walk inside my phantom
And I'm steppin' in Givenchy, tie my shoes, no, you can't have 'em
And this perky got me trippin', I be walkin' with no balance
Catch a nigga lackin'
(Far, far) we let 'em have it
Writer(s): Michael Harris
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