Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swizz Beatz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Composer
N. Levy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Snags
Producer
Angel 'The Truth' Aponte
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Recording Engineer
Chris Theis
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (y'all know who it is)
Swizzy, snacks on the beat, man it's crazy
It's crazy, man, it's just so crazy
New fix
You know your boy did that
You know your boy did that, yeah
You know your boy did that
You know your boy did that
Man, I'm four-wheelin'
Don't care about your feelings
Came through a new coupe
I had to drop the ceilin'
Made a lil paper
It's off of drug dealings
Drunk about it, big about it
Man I swear I get that
Damn right my goons gon' shoot, yeah
Damn right my chics look cute, yeah
Damn right I'm in dat coupe, yeah
Hold up, let's talk about it, be about it man
You got a lil paper and you think you all frontin', but it all means nothin' to me
I mean you got a lil Benz and your top come off, but it's all small stuff to me
I get my paper in Vegas, I get my paper in AZ
Niggas on the radio, the DJ play me
It's swizzy, busy, gets busy baby
Cookin' in the kitchen, man, I got that gravy
You know the boy did that
You know your boy did that
You know your boy did that
You know your boy did that
Man, I'm four-wheelin'
Don't care about your feelings
Came through a new coupe
I had to drop the ceilin'
Made a lil paper
It's off of drug dealings
You know your boy did that
Man down but no cannons found
That's how shit go from where I'm 'round
Niggettes will get crazy, or get spriggy
Talk tough and then kidnap your baby
Coolin' man, don't be a foolin' man
See my boy, they'll hit you wit dat toolin' man
See you dropped out, you shoulda stayed in schoolin' man
You just a dumb-dumb, don't get foole' man
It's shittin' sweet, I gotta eat, I guess I gotta creep
I was livin' wit my lil bitch for a week
The bitch kicked me out, I'm at my other bitch house
These niggas want war, fuck them niggas, point 'em out
I got my glock in my snub and my rubber gloves
Quick to buss nigga 'cause there ain't no love
Ain't no handshakes, nigga, ain't no hugs
The city I'm from is nothin' but thugs, bitch (talk to me, talk to me)
You know the boy did that
You know the boy did that (yeah)
You know the boy did that
You know the boy did that, man
You know your boy did that
You know your boy did that, yeah
You know your boy did that
You know your boy did that
Man, I'm four-wheelin'
Don't care about your feelings
Came through a new coupe
I had to drop the ceilin'
Made a lil paper
It's off from drug dealin' (from the streets, huh?)
You know your boy did that
1999, I did that
Took the hard street shit and I flipped that, yep
It all started from a little corner dream, I turned that thing into a million dollar stream
Yeah, you know the boy did that
I bought my first car with nowhere to live at, uh
But I got a little smarter
Got my beat game up and worked a little harder, woo
Then I flipped the game and then I
Raised the bar and then I raised my name
Then I raised my price then I did that right
Now I'm 96 million, so ain't that right?
(Did it, man)
You know your boy did that, yeah
You know your boy did that
You know your boy did that
Man I'm four-wheelin'
Don't care about your feelings
Came through a new coupe
I had to drop the ceilin'
Made a lil paper
It's off of drug dealings
You know your boy did that
What y'all want me to do man?
Hahaha
I'm twenty, how old am I? I'm twenty-eight
With 96 million so I mean, my catalog is a senior citizen
My numbers is senior citizens
I'm just givin' y'all a good music to vibe to
Showin' y'all a whole 'nother side
Let me just snize on the drums, kicks, snares and all the crazy sounds
I ain't gotta do all the beats man
It's 2007 man, it's a whole new breed comin' out
What y'all want me to do? New things?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, N. Levy
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