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Description
Rapvocalist: Skrilla
Aand Radministrator: Liz Isik
A& R: Vidal Barclay
Mixing Engineer: Mohammed Rashid
Mastering Engineer: Dave Huffman
Producer: Drum Dummie
Composer Lyricist: Jemille Edwards
Composer Lyricist: Tevin Revell
Lyrics and translation
Original
I was just like, man, why the, why I can't, like, 'cause I was getting tired of just FaceTime and hanging up.
"Yo, I gotta call you right back," and calling another girl.
I was like, man, I don't, I don't know how I did it, but I just, I dug -it, and I was just on the phone with- -Is that what you saying?
What was you -saying to her?
-We was just chopping it up, like picking -each other. I would pick on her brain- -That's cute.
She wouldn't pick on my brain, but I would pick on her brain and stuff.
So for the first night ever, you talked to only one girl?
-Yep, that's right. -Is that the one?
-I hope so. -Yo.
She just wanna fuck a gangsta.
Like the way I push the whip and toting on my banger. Throwing up my seven, I be twisting up my finger.
Fucking with my heart like you a surgical doctor.
Bitches give me proper love, let's make some memories. On the floor, we fucking, sweat dripping all on me.
I like it, you like it. What would I do if I ain't know what to do with it?
I'm gangsta, I just know I'ma jump right in the pool with it. You nasty, I'm nasty.
I like it when you sticking your tongue out. You know I beat it up, treat you like
I'll never leave you, you know I'm the one now.
Only time I gotta leave when I answer the trap phone. You know I get it off like I'm a quarterback, and you know
I'm running back home. What would I do if I ain't never had you? What would I do if
I ain't said a word and walked past you? I wanna get to see you naked.
I wanna get to show you all the things a nigga thinking.
I wanna get to busting at you like I'm busting at thots.
I wanna be able to put you in handcuffs like someone called the cops. I just wanna show you all the shit a nigga fiending about.
Show you all the freak shit a nigga dreaming about.
I can't even say it on the beat, that shit be out of line.
I've been waiting for the perfect moment, this the perfect time. Got me in the studio.
Got me in my bag, I'm trying to make a movie though. Got me on my doggy shit, I feel like Scooby-Doo.
She just wanna fuck a gangsta. Like the way I push the whip and toting on my banger. Throwing up my seven,
I be twisting up my finger. Fucking with my heart like you a surgical doctor.
Bitches give me proper love, let's make some memories.
On the floor, we fucking, sweat dripping all on me. I like it, you like it.
What would I do if I ain't know what to do with it? I'm gangsta, I just know I'ma jump right in the pool with it.
She just wanna fuck a gangsta. She just wanna fuck a gangsta.
And she just got herself a gangsta.
She just wanna fuck a gangsta.
She just wanna fuck a gangsta.
And she just got herself a gangsta. She just wanna fuck a gangsta.
-And she just got herself a gangsta. -. . .
I was just like, man, why the, why I can't, like, 'cause I was getting tired of just FaceTime and hanging up.
"Yo, I gotta call you right back," and calling another girl.
I was like, man, I don't, I don't know how I did it, but I just, I dug it, and I was just on the phone with-
Is that what you saying? What was you saying to her?
We was just chopping it up, like picking each other.
I would pick on her brain- -That's cute.
-She wouldn't pick on my brain, but I would -pick on her brain and stuff.
-So for the first night ever, you talked to -only one girl? -Yep.
And she just got herself a gangsta.