Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Baylynn Wednesday Thomas
Songwriter
Lyrics
So what
So what
Let's go
I've been popping off on bitches
That I don't even know
Don't need to smoke your shit
Got my own at home
Livin
Tryna make a buck
So if you're ready, get grown
Don't even talk to you
So what the fuck you need
I heard you fuck with 12
So you can't fuck with me
Steady spit facts
Catch a lion, if he holler
Then we throw that snitch back
Throw that, throw that bitch back
Ay yo
Ay yo
Where the fuck the yayo
Yayo
I don't get high no more
No more
But I gotta pay my bills
Bills
Bills
One, two
One, two
Hit em with that one, two
Ooh
And I do it however I want to
Ooh
And I do it because I know that I got to
Ooh
If they gon make an example of me
I'm gonna have to make sure that a mfker bleeds
Ay yo
Ay yo
Where the fuck the yayo
Yayo
I don't get high no more
No more
But I gotta pay my bills
Bills
Bills
I got bills stackin
I got, I got pills smackin
Ay
I got bills stackin
I got, I got pills smackin
Ay
I got bills stackin
I got, I got pills smacking
Ay
I got bills stackin
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got
What
Whatchu need
Whatchu whatchu want
Whatchu whatchu whatchu want
Whatchu whatcha whatchu whatcha need
Whatchu whatchu whatchu want
Whatchu whatcha whatchu whatcha need
Whatchu want
Whatchu whatchu whatchu want
Writer(s): Baylynn Thomas
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