More songs by Skrilla
Description
Producer: PaculiarBeatz
Rapvocalist: Skrilla
Aand Radministrator: Liz Isik
A& R: Vidal Barclay
Mixing Engineer: Mohammed Rashid
Mastering Engineer: Dave Huffman
Composer Lyricist: Jemille Edwards
Composer Lyricist: Alan Volmar
Composer Lyricist: Georgette Smith
Composer Lyricist: Carlos Young
Lyrics and translation
Original
He's very peculiar!
I'm the wave, I'm in my prime, I feel like Ocean Prime.
Win the show for pulling up, he opened the door like, "Hi!
" Pull up super trim, I put high beams on the highway. My bitch bad without no makeup, walk the hood like it's a Broadway.
Yeah, she fine and we could dine, but I can't make her mine.
Super slime, slime, I slap my Rollie, tell my time. Bitch, I'm really him, I made the black truck bring me out.
Bulletproof on the Suburban, when I'm urban, I be out.
Throw some D's up on that bitch, I feel like rich boy skirting out.
Baby mama drama, sad to say that it ain't working out, ah. I'm the wave, I'm in my prime, I feel like Ocean Prime.
Pull up, black truck tinted, back to back, we came in line.
Took a bad bitch on a date just 'cause I thought she fine.
For my birthday, I want a cake, I want a pint of pie. I get g-g-geeked up, I crack the four, mix Wock' with Trish.
I check the G6 off my list, I beat the rock like I was Smith.
Got the tables turned around, now niggas tryna come around.
I'm busy thugging with my rounds, no, you ain't gang, ain't getting down, ah.
What's understood don't got explained, bro, flip the switch and make it rain.
I send a blitz and kill a lame, I fuck the bitch, she don't know my name. I'm really him, I put two full K in my mouth, shit gold.
In these streets, I'm A to B, my shit on the highway road.
I'm the wave, I'm in my prime, I feel like Ocean Prime. Rollie, plain Jane, but diamonds make it shine.
Lil' bitch don't got BBL, but that shit make her fine.
Took a trip to LA and I came back with a line. I got shooters, I got brothers, and they spin Benz for me.
And they spin Benz for free, can't let no oppers get to me.
Bring the whole hood out the trench, we eating steaks and popping bubbly.
Popping Percs and drinking lovely, getting geeked up like I'm Lucky.
Super trim, I'm super him, like, "Honey, where my super suit? " Too deep in the coupe, we drop the top and let that hula hoop.
Let that whoopty-whoopty blaze, these bitches see me, then they glaze.
I'm 'bout to be turnt, going through the phase, I'm one foot and the other on pave. I'm the wave,
I'm in my prime, I feel like Ocean Prime.
Pull up, black truck tinted, back to back, we came in line. Took a bad bitch on a date just 'cause I thought she fine.
For my birthday, I want a cake, I want a pint of pie.
I get g-g-geeked up, I crack the four, mix Wock' with Trish. I check the G6 off my list, I beat the rock like I was
Smith. Got the tables turned around, now niggas tryna come around.
I'm busy thugging with my rounds, no, you ain't gang, ain't getting down, ah.