More songs by Baby Keem
More songs by Brent Faiyaz
Description
Associated Performer: Baby Keem feat. Brent Faiyaz
Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Hykeem Carter
Drums: Matt Schaeffer
Composer, Lyricist: Jahaan Akil Sweet
Drums, Recording Engineer: Johnny Kosich
Drums, Assistant Engineer, Producer: Jake The Snake
Composer, Lyricist: Ruchaun Akers
Producer: Jahaan Sweet
Composer, Lyricist: Michee Lebrun
Producer: Scott Bridgeway
Producer: Che Ecru
Producer: Beach Noise
Composer, Lyricist: Christopher Wood
Recording Engineer: Drew Atz
Mixing Engineer: Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Assistant Engineer: Curtis 'Sircut" Bye
Assistant Engineer: Jacob Bryant
Mastering Engineer: Nicolas de Porcel
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's a lot of hoes in here, a lot of lost souls.
Whole group of dime bitches and they involved. Tryna find me a bitch that no one knows.
I'm tryna find me a bitch that no one knows. You see that bitch right there? She fuck OVO.
You see that bitch right there? She fuck Romeo. Tryna find me a bitch that no one knows.
I'm tryna find me a bitch that no one knows.
Jumping out that coupe.
Pulling out smooth.
I'm not afraid to lose. I'll put you on the news.
Titties on the FaceTime, let 'em out.
Block him, erase him, let me know. Shawty, hop in that Bentayga, it's time to go.
When I put you in the latest, make sure you know.
I'm quick to book a flight.
I'm not new to the game.
That pussy getting tamed.
Go public on the lames.
I bought it, say that name.
Alexander McQueen.
Rolex, woah.
All on froze.
Ten white toes. It's hot out here, I've hit my lows.
Yeah, leverage in the back.
Your best friend was trash, trash, trash. Get gone like The Flash, Flash, Flash.
Let's add and subtract, math.
I see that you look at these VVVVs, let's get you a piece for me.
I know that you kiss and tell.
Call someone that we can tell. You need a real nigga in your life.
I come in like a thief in the night.
Two phones, I need stereo type. Mama know me, I'm picky who I like.
It's not a fake bitch in sight.
Come in like a thief in the night. Hold up, where my phone? Sixteen missed calls.
Sorry I was busy, but I missed ya'll. Catch me when I'm coming home.
You see me balling in my bitch ball.
All my niggas balling like I'm Rich Paul.
Skrrt off in that Audi, I'ma lift off.
All your bitches do Pilates when you're rich, dawg. So if she can't pop a squat, then that's a rip off.
Keep it CDG, our niggas ripped off.
And your nigga been acting like he the only one.
That nigga match his fitted with some Jordan 1s. If it ain't Issy, then miss me.
New Wo and Puplos.
A bad bitch with chrome toes. And we shoot movies, not photos.
She not in it for the fame.
Nobody know her name.
Jumping out that coupe.
Pulling out smooth.
I'm not afraid to lose.
I'll put you on the news.
Titties on the FaceTime, let 'em out.
Block him, erase him, let me know. Shawty, hop in that Bentayga, it's time to go.
When I put you in the latest, make sure you know.
Alright, bae. Ooh, alright, bae.
Yeah, I know it's hard, bae, but I'm still your side, bae. Alright, bae. Alright, bae.
I know it's hard, bae, but stay by your side, bae.
Alright, bae. Ooh, alright, bae. Please show me a sign, bae.
Wish I had more time, bae.
Alright, bae.
Alright, bae. Busy all the time, bae. Too late to reply, bae. Put me to the test.
We young, but we pay bills. Please don't make a mess. I don't do good with spills.
Lately, I've been stressed. Been deep in that drill.
No regrets when it's real.
You gotta trust. Yeah.
So right. So right. You gotta trust. Yeah.
So right.
So right