Lyrics: Sergio Kitchens/Ceron Lee/Amman Moosa Nurani/Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa/Chandler Great
Music: Sergio Kitchens/Ceron Lee/Amman Moosa Nurani/Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa/Chandler Great
Producer: Don Oskar/Evergrn/TURBO
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm
Mhm, mhm, mhm
Still trim
Tell 'em [?] they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I probably won the award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch don't know it's HAM
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
She say the Lamb' got her, uh, she say the Lamb' got her car sick
I just throw it down, I'm 'bout to take her to pound, I give her hard dick
I played around, feel like I'm takin' the crown, tell 'em to park it
Stop in the city, me and bae go eatin' hibachi
I seen your hand, certified stone, jumpin' like a moshpit
Still got a chance, number one, platinum and gold, I made a profit
Choppin' in the Lamb', chop it and pull up to a plane, put it in a socket
Wunna international, he know I'm doin' songs with Asake
Goin' back home on ten, shit, back at my home where I'm sellin' all the rocks at
And ski my cologne, still pushin', that's really goin' on, I'm gone with the process
Even though this shit deeper than music, I know it's a process
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm (Lamborghini, bad taste)
Mhm, mhm (Bitch, for money, grind, sad way)
Still trim
Tell 'em they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I probably won the award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch don't know it's HAM
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
Got a plug on the bricks, now he stepped on
You can tell by my neck that my check long
Any hood that I step, they respect home
Any day of the week, havin' stuff on
New convertible, still got the roof on
I put black and gray paint on a two-tone
Now she ****in' and suckin' the gang, woah (Oh)
Double R push us (Double R)
Hop out the suicide doors, I'm shovin' and pushin' (Shovin' that)
Watch how the cameras flash, yeah, they pointin' and lookin' (Pointin' at)
Look your bitch in the eyes (Yeah), she crack a smile, I know that she took it
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face)
Mhm, mhm, mm (Lamborghini, bad taste)
Mhm, mhm (Bitch, for money, grind, sad way)
Still trim
Tell 'em [?] they all him
Audemars wrist, they know it's him
I probably won the award (Mhm)
Coupe with suicide doors (Mhm)
Lil' bitty bitch don't know it's HAM
I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram
Now I drop heat like a torch (Mhm, mhm, mm)
A&R : James Flynn
Audio Assistant: Ben Ruggs/Vince Pates
Audio Engineer: Deli Banger/Florian "Flo" Ongonga
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Vocals: Nechie/Gunna