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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Vocals
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony L. Mosley
Songwriter
Adam Clay Gamble
Songwriter
MIchael Ferrell
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean da Firzt
Producer
Kayo The Wizard
Producer
Fate F250
Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Raheem “Heem” Miller
Recording Engineer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Hop out
Yeah, hop out, red eye, smash a nigga (hop out, vroom)
Guaranteed it's a nigga in your clique hating on you right now
Sitting there laughing with you (you, go)
Baby can't put that mouth on me like right now
I ain't even have it here (right now, right, yeah)
2.5 worth of cars in my driveway right now
I paid cash to get it (yeah)
A nigga got robbed, he ain't have his pistol
Yeah, go hard, they gon' hate it or they love it (yeah)
I seen my dog switch for some money
He was out here acting like he love me (he was out here acting like he love me)
I never lied to the bros or my mama
I lied to Your Honor (yeah)
Oh, you too bougie for the gang?
Fuck that, I'll buy the pussy from you (buy the pussy from you)
And no, it ain't tricking if you got it, bitch (it ain't no tricking if you got it)
Fuck that I need that for free (uh-huh)
Fuck around, had the bricks under me (yeah)
Did my thing, got awards, BET (BET, yeah, I got 'em)
That's my ho, yeah, I know she a freak (she a-)
Way I go, get that money, I turn up (turn up)
When she watch me count money, she turn on (turn on)
I got some Jays and the gun on (get down)
She gon' do her thing when I come on (yeah)
Ooh, she think I love her (yeah), she tryna break a nigga pockets
I do it if she doing what I tell her (yeah)
After I fuck her, I'ma leave
I say "P" when they ask me what I'm pushing (when they ask me what I'm pushing)
I throw my chains on and I lie, tell her I'ma come and see her later (yeah)
And lie and tell her she my baby (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), and what she gon' do, believe it
All my diamonds Fiji, nigga (all my diamonds)
I ain't saying, "White lives matter", but I'm still popping out in my Yeezy's (yeah, let's go)
I'm the type to tell a ho to turn on the TV, every time the bitch say she wanna see me
And watch a nigga die right there and he bleeding (yeah)
Got a 40 on me now, nigga playing and I'm squeezing
Yeah (yeah), I'm they type to put that shit on
Get money and put my bitch on, nigga (get money and put my bitch on)
Uh, I ain't fucking with no peons, if you ain't no boss
Don't tell me nothin' (if you ain't no boss, don't tell me nothin')
Uh, put my trust in these dikes every time betting on that ten or four (yeah)
I fucked a lot of hoes (hoes), but I ain't gon' tell no lie, I want Rubi Rose (yeah, let's go)
Yeah, hop out, red eye, smash a nigga (hop out, vroom)
Guaranteed it's a nigga in your clique hating on you right now
Sitting there laughing with you (right, go)
Baby can't put that mouth on me like right now
I ain't even have it here (right here, right, yeah)
2.5 worth of cars in my driveway right now
I paid cash to get it (yeah)
A nigga got robbed, he ain't have his pistol
Yeah, go hard, they gon' hate it or they love it (yeah)
I seen my dog switch for some money
He was out here acting like he love me (he was out here acting like he love me)
I never lied to the bros or my mama
I lied to Your Honor (yeah)
Oh, you too bougie for the gang?
Fuck that, I'll buy the pussy from you (buy the pussy from you)
And no, it ain't tricking if you got it, bitch (it ain't no tricking if you got it)
No more baby daddy problems (yeah)
I'm gon' change yo' life around (change your life around)
You ain't gotta ask for no more money (yeah)
You can go ask the 4God (you can go ask the 4God)
Yeah, I got it and you know I got it, I'll treat you good (I got, I'll treat you good)
Yeah, we ain't gotta talk about nothin', real niggas rear (real niggas rear)
Yeah
Hop out, red eye, smash a nigga (hop out, let's go)
Guaranteed it's a nigga in your clique hating on you right now
Sitting there laughing with you
Baby can't put that mouth on me like right now
I ain't even have it here (right here, right, yeah)
2.5 worth of cars in my driveway right now, I paid cash to get it
A nigga got robbed, he ain't have his pistol
I fucked a lot of hoes, but I ain't gon' tell no lie, I want Rubi Rose
Partner almost failed, had to lift him up, that's my dog, I threw a bone
Nigga, come on (come on)
Writer(s): Anthony Mosley, Robert Thomas, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Adam Gamble, Michael Ferrell
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