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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PnB Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony DeLaGarza
Songwriter
Frank Gilliam
Songwriter
John Lam
Songwriter
Rakim Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony DeLaGarza
Producer
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
Fi de Roca
Producer
Pro Logic
Recording Engineer
Tre
Producer
Lyrics
(You got this beat from Ant)
Yeah, yeah (Tre made this beat)
Yeah (Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Oh, oh
When I was young, I used to pray for a bad bitch (For a bad bitch)
And a fast whip (Fast whip), and a ratchet (Ratchet)
Then I got rich like where was you when I ain't have shit? (I ain't have shit)
Right now, I'm up, but would you be here if it was backwards? Uh
Picture me rollin' in a drop-top (Skrrt)
PnB hit the city, bring the thots out (Thots out)
No, this ain't no Runtz, bitch, this that zaza (Zaza)
Lookin' for all the opps, them niggas ain't outside (Outside)
Got at least 'bout thirty when you see me (When you see me)
Gotta keep a strap, know niggas plottin', look at all these VVs
And I'm with some baddies, the type of bitches you see on TV (See on TV)
And these hoes bougie, all they wan' talk about is CC (Chanel)
You ain't my nigga, you only call me when you need me (Yeah)
And you ain't my bitch, you just wanna fuck me 'cause I got a girl ('Cause I got a girl)
All this blue cheese, you know this money run the world (World)
And keep all that fake shit from 'round me, I just want somethin' thorough (Yeah)
You was supposed to be right next to me, but you ain't play your position (Yeah)
When I got locked up, I called your phone, and the next day, you went missin' (Brr)
I tried to tell you 'bout all my plans, but 'til this day, that shit kill you (That shit kill you, huh)
'Cause I got them racks, yeah, I done glowed up, yeah, yeah
I done turned my back, you don't gets no love, yeah, yeah
They see me ballin'
Watchin' from the bleachers, know it's hard, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
When I was young, I used to pray for a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
And a fast whip (Fast whip), and a ratchet (Ratchet)
Then I got rich like where was you when I ain't have shit? (When I ain't have shit)
Right now, I'm up, but would you be here if it was backwards? Uh
Picture me rollin' in a drop-top
PnB hit the city, bring the thots out
No, this ain't no Runtz, bitch, this that zaza (This that zaza)
Lookin' for all the opps (Yeah), them niggas ain't outside (Them niggas ain't outside)
I was out on bail, California dreamin' (Dreamin')
I'm makin' money off music, crazy I used to be schemin' (Schemin')
I'm in the Hellcat right now, I'm ridin' with some demons (Skrrt)
And they killed my brother, so to this day, we slide for no reason
Hate in my heart, swear murder made me that way (Way)
And even though we rich, I'm still prayin' for better days
They had my cousin in that cell, I had to get him out that cage
They tried to say attempted murder, he was just out here catchin' plays
I'm fucked up in the head now (Head now)
I know some niggas, yeah, they wish I was dead now (Dead now)
I'm just doin' me, yeah, I'm gon' run up my bread now (Bread now)
They lookin' for me, I'm right here, I ain't scared now, I'm prepared now
Keep a thirty round on me, that's on my waist (Grr)
If I ain't got it on me, I don't feel safe (Nah)
It's a couple niggas with me, I see the envy in they eyes
Try to stab me in my back, but shit, I wouldn't even be surprised
You know the devil is a lie
And most of these bitches be just the devil in disguise
But you know me, I'm crazy, I look that bitch right in the eyes
And tell her suck my dick 'cause I'm too hard for this shit
Yeah, I came up from nothin', you know I starved for this shit (Yeah)
When I was young, I used to pray for a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
And a fast whip (Fast whip), and a ratchet (Ratchet)
Then I got rich like where was you when I ain't have shit? (When I ain't have shit)
Right now, I'm up, but would you be here if it was backwards? Uh
Picture me rollin' in a drop-top
PnB hit the city, bring the thots out
No, this ain't no Runtz, bitch, this that zaza (This that zaza)
Lookin' for all the opps, them niggas ain't outside (Them niggas ain't outside)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Them niggas ain't outside
They know we gon' ball
No, that's zaza
Oh, yeah
Writer(s): Rakim Hasheem Allen, John Paul Lam, Frank D Gilliam, Anthony De La Garza
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