Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rafael Flores
Songwriter
Mason Gage Coyle-Watters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mason Gage Coyle-Watters
Recording Engineer
Onnie Heikkila
Producer
Lyrics
Ouu, haha, haha, haha, bitch, ay, fire, ay yuh ay yuh
Yuh, ouu, yuh, leave you bloody, bruised
Cannot stress the fact that I could never really fuck with you (nah)
Pull up to yo crib, you talking shit like "what the fuck it do?"
Bought me a new blade and I'ma show you what the fuck it do, bitch
Ay, leave you bloody, bruised
Cannot stress the fact that I could never really fuck with you (nah)
Pull up to yo crib, you talking shit like "what the fuck it do?"
Bought me a new blade and I'ma show you what the fuck it do, bitch
This ain't whatchu want, I got goons, I don't talk bitch
This ain't whatchu want, I get impatient, I just stomp shit
This ain't whatchu want, I seen you lurking, seen you stalking
This ain't whatchu want, the muzzle on my shotgun sparking
Two slugs to your window, three to the top, two more for your kinfolk
Feel the heartbeat cause I'm turning up the tempo
You in the hot seat, better give me all the info
Tell me where you going, where he at, what he do
I'ma pull up to your job, I'ma pull up to your room
Finna pull up to your room, then I'ma pull up to your girls
And if you working for the pussy, now I'm fucking up your world
Lately you been looking so harmless
Maybe I'll just make you unconcious
Pull up to your crib in the darkness
Lately I've been feeling so heartless (fuck)
I might use the infinity stones
I'm plotting like Thanos
Pull up all in camo
With an AK, that's 'mando
Went straight through your bones
So if I catch you lacking, you ain't going home
You ain't going home, you can't find your phone
You know that you're lonely, car has been stolen
And that's what you get for provoking
Your horoscope says that "you're hopeless"
You can't say a word without choking
Stomped on your ground, you best tuck your nose in
Bones get broken, lucky I don't gotta knife lil bitch
Cause I get straight to poking (get straight to poking)
Shit nigga, I'll fuck yo neck with my knife lil bitch
Fuck out my face lil nigga
Haha, you crazy bruh
Ay, ay ouu, yuh
Boy you bitch made (haha)
Rumor went around that that's your nickname
And you was talking then, what's poppin' now?
Boy don't you switch face
And I ain't toting straps, ain't got the Glock, I got the switchblade
This ain't what you want, I hurt myself, so how you supposed to scare me?
This ain't what you want, I'll hurt you too, so don't you fucking dare me
This ain't what you want, cause at the end I'll have you screaming spare me
Ay, this ain't what you want, cause at this point not even God can scare me
Got me like, what chu say? (what chu say?)
Where was this at just the other day?
Talking that shit from real far away
But now that we here you got none to say
It's funny how, the run away
And I'm glad that they do
Cause if not its just something to do
And I ain't got nothing to prove, but it take all the fun away
Swore to myself that I'd have me some fun today
So I called Rafa, he asked me, "who bitch we gon fuck today?"
Told him I heard yo bitch pussy a throwaway
Slid in DM's and both fucked her the other day
You don't want drama, just turn it the other way
Thinking you tough but that's just what your mother say
We ran a train on that bitch just for Mother's Day
Giving a fuck till the put me up in a grave
Graahh, ouu, yuh leave you bloody, bruised
Cannot stress the fact that I could never really fuck with you (nah)
Pull up to yo crib, you talking shit like "what the fuck it do?"
Bought me a new blade and I'ma show you what the fuck it do, bitch
Ay, leave you bloody, bruised
Cannot stress the fact that I could never really fuck with you (nah)
Pull up to yo crib, you talking shit like "what the fuck it do?"
Bought me a new blade and I'ma show you what the fuck it do, bitch
Writer(s): Mason Coyle-watters
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