Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deema
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deema
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Micha Cooper
Producer
Parkland
Producer
Lyrics
This one's for you
Let's go
I don't want dessert I want the starter pack
(Start it up)
Bad lil b*tch give me heart attack I know
Pull up where your party at
South
Yeah I'm under arrest this off Bacardi yakk
Hello?
They say say it to believe it then go say do and your own thing
Ima bite it Ima switch it if it make the phone ring
Money make my eyes light up pinger
Man I haven't done that since I hit that uni with my niggas
Shorty said I got 3 legs like a tripod
I can not stand the way they rap it's a write off
Tell the engineer to get to work and turn the mic off
Something bout that gap between your legs I can't take my eyes off
What's a mill I need a 100ms
I'm Apu like shorty you can come again
She like Sully she just switch up and and just dun her friends
I say what I like just glad that me and mum are 10
Black leather wallet in my pocket no notes
But my phone get it popping b*tch I promise yeah
I would give you something over nothing
Do the math we the same treat you equal when I'm loving yeah
If you in my bed why you bugging
I'm like usher I get caught up when you said that you're coming over
Gave the go ahead now I'm running
Pharcyde but I never switch south keep me company
Why would I wait around and hit and this on the fly
When I got it planned out to the t
Tarintino with the script man it's just a movie seeen
You my costar you can't fallout then just leave
Beat it up beat it up yeah my baby keen
She was 21 you had met me as a teen
I was baby boy you was worky to my team
Never for a second did I ever think that we
Yeah
Yeah let's go
Quit holding to my words you need to let go
Shorty think that she ain't first I tell her heck no
I like rap but she like dancing out to techno
She way better than my ex she make me explode
We hit the restaurant
It's like the best one on trip advisor
I don't know this area but I'm sure that my b*tch will like it
Damn
Don't forget the script we fighting
Mum was at my crib she crying
I can't write this shit I'm lying
Damn
I'm tryna pop like some dynamite
Pop like I'm fire light box back in 20 8
Pop I'm fucking KA like I'm berry grape
Why would I wait around and hit and this on the fly
When I got it planned out to the t
Tarintino with the script man it's just a movie seeen
You my costar you can't fallout then just leave
Beat it up beat it up yeah you're my baby keen
She was 21 but you had met me as a teen
I was baby boy but you was worky to my team
Never for a second did I ever think that we
Yeah
Don't fuc*ing
Don't fuc*ing stop that beat Micha
Matter fact loop it over ten more times
I'm about to freestyle a third verse
Okay
Okay
Writer(s): Dillon Roe-edema
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