LYRICS
作词 : Mikey Taylor
作曲 : Mikey Taylor
(pretti, haha)
Huh, ho like TMZ
Takin' pictures, huh, baby, what you see in me?
Oh, you think I'm that nigga?
Huh, brodie caught thirty years off the dirty switch, huh
Play the beat in your ears, huh, got you twitchin'
Huh, act for my ho, she don't like the pose, sex her then I ghost
It's a pretti party, baby, I'm the host
Fire bottles of Bacardi, got some shit for your nose, huh
Sniff-sniff to take a trip, yeah, she love the feelin', huh
Allergic to the fake shit like it's Penicillin, huh
Chrome Hearts got the pu33y bald just like Krillin, huh
Btch blastin' bottles, 'bout to get the roof lifted
Huh, light for you niggas, I'm the light, huh
Brodie in the kitchen, beatin' dishes, satellite, huh (Shinin', satellite)
Artillery, I'on really like to fight
And you know I got that pipe
So don't catch me by the night, yeah
What-what? Take a tab, go to Planet Sheen, huh
What-what? These real Rick, no it's not SHEIN
Huh, got a real bitch, she ain't from the scene
Huh, I'm inside of her, the track get creep, huh
Thought the firetruck was comin' out, nah, that's just the beat
Aimin' at his head, had him shooked, "I ain't mean it"
Got a Goyard bag from the new season
Saks Fifth so washed, yeah, they tax easy (So washed)
She bite my chain, I think she anemic
This not a Hellcat, this a Dodge Demon (Skrrt)
Better watch your back, boy, your brother schemin'
I've been gettin' so much love, it feel like I'm dreamin', huh
I beat his ass so bad, he thought that I was teamin'
Huh, how you do this shit if you ain't got no—? Huh, huh
Huh, how you do this shit if you ain't got no meanin'?
Huh, what's the code? Rackside, bitch, I'm still bleedin'
Huh, ho like TMZ
Takin' pictures, huh, baby, what you see in me?
Oh, you think I'm that nigga?
Huh, brodie caught thirty years off the dirty switch, huh
Play the beat in your ears, huh, got you twitchin'
Huh, act for my ho, she don't like the pose, sex her then I ghost
It's a pretti party, baby, I'm the host
Fire bottles of Bacardi, got some shit for your nose, huh
Sniff-sniff to take a trip, yeah, she love the feelin', huh
Allergic to the fake shit like it's Penicillin, huh
Chrome Hearts got the pu33y bald just like Krillin, huh
Btch blastin' bottles, 'bout to get the roof lifted
Huh, light for you niggas, I'm the light, huh
Brodie in the kitchen, beatin' dishes, satellite, huh (Shinin', satellite)
Artillery, I'on really like to fight
And you know I got that pipe
So don't catch me by the night, yeah
What-what? Take a tab, go to Planet Sheen, huh
What-what? These real Rick, no it's not SHEIN
Huh, got a real bitch, she ain't from the scene
Huh, I'm inside of her, the track get creep, huh
Thought the firetruck was comin' out, nah, that's just the beat
Aimin' at his head, had him shooked, "I ain't mean it"
Got a Goyard bag from the new season
Saks Fifth so washed, yeah, they tax easy (So washed)
(pretti, haha)
Real love, okay (pretti, haha)
Real love, don't mean nothin' to a fake btch (pretti, haha)
Stayed down, I was patiently waiting (pretti, haha)