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Description
Vocals: BashfortheWorld
Producer: Yung Icey
Programmer: Yung Icey
Writer: Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Writer: Isaiah Elijah Devoe
Writer: Sebastian Martell
Lyrics and translation
Original
Icy, I'm so sick of this.
Bitch.
Ayy, I'm in the kitchen and I'm cookin' it get hot when the heat on.
Need to gleek in the field with my cleats on. Give me fifteen minutes, I won't be long.
Bitch, my business, that ain't none you should speak on.
Switching up and trappin' with my knees on the wheel. You whippin' up and trappin' got lean by the seal.
If you pickin' up the pack, then pay me for the bill.
I was posted in the trap with the heat on the seal. Me and Guwop, we done dropped G's. Niggas took flights to the
P's, graduated to the keys. I can navigate the streets with the ease.
My bitch say, "Please," my pants got a crease. Nigga, I brought the bands to the beach.
I'm grabbin' twenty thousand when I plan for the week.
I'm talkin' real shit, they can't stand when I speak.
I'ma keep a shooter with me, I'm the man in the street. I make all the bad bitches put they hands on they feet.
Yeah. I'm like a cat, every time I fall, I land on my feet.
And it's crazy 'cause the car I'm drivin' now got cat seats.
Jumped in the rap game, scorin', check the stat sheets. Now reach under your seat, baby girl, that's where the strap be.
Bubblin' C down like I was startin' in the Track meet.
You don't wanna smoke with me for real, bruh, that's act beef.
I got a thousand if you can tell me where the act be. If your gun ain't cost more than sixty, your strap cheap.
Fifty racks on me and I'm still tryna act keep. This shit can go so fast, I done seen it before.
I'll kill you for some paper, that don't tweak about hoes.
We ain't finna do that, baby, you can keep on your clothes.
I ain't got no time to fuck, but you can eat if it's dope. Don't gamble with your life because I'm leavin' you broke.
Jet lag, went to the block and fell asleep on my pole. Tap dancin' on a brick, in the trap,
I do the most. I got up some dark shit, you know I'm keepin' the roast.
Made ten this week, I raised my glass and made a toast.
Accidentally had the blick showin', -now I'm deletin' my post.
-I'm in the kitchen and I'm cookin' it get hot when the heat on. Need to gleek in the field with my cleats on.
Give me fifteen minutes, I won't be long.
Bitch, my business, that ain't none you should speak on. Switching up and trappin' with my knees on the wheel.
You whippin' up and trappin' got lean by the seal.
If you pickin' up the pack, then pay me for the bill. I was posted in the trap with the heat on the seal.
-Uh, Bank of America? -Yeah.
-I got one. -You got one?
-Yeah. -For real?
-What we gonna do? -You already got an account?
-Yeah. -Nah, you gotta, gotta open that shit like-
I already got an account.
-Oh, for real? -Yeah, what you tryna do?
Shit, I'm gon' -call your partner. -You gon' call your partner?
You the -middleman? -Huh?
-You the middleman?
-Hell nah, he know how to do all that shit -though. -So you the plug?
-Huh? -You the plug?
I got on mate, folk got on, you feel me? Sign up for that shit, you feel me?
-So who the plug? -My partner, bruh.
So what do you do? You the middleman, right?
-Yeah. -Okay.