Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Izaya Tiji
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eli.yf
Producer
newkamp
Producer
thr6x
Producer
Lyrics
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This bitch just like ooh-wee
I'ma need all your jewelry
Hop out with sticks like Call of Duty
Hop out with sticks like Call of Duty
Bitch, I'm on, I'ma get in that coochie
Throw back the Percs', shit got me moody
I think the worst said you could lose me
I'm on a roll, just like a Tootsie
I'm working at Wendy's, I hit 'em with a four-piece
Fuck that bitch, kick her out for my lonely, yeah
Not tryna stay, bitch, don't get cozy, yeah
Calling my phone, bitch, don't get nosy
I'm fucking your friend, bitch, don't get salty
I'm with the smoke, you know it gon' cost me
Stick up the cops, yeah, bro so ballsy, yeah
Beat the bitch back, yeah, it broke like Pocky
Hop on this beat, talkin' spice likе Takis
Smokin' the white girl, we in thеm Rocky's
I see a 30, yeah, I gotta get cocky
Bro got the swag, see, I gotta get wocky
Dumb nigga, put some on your brain, get litty
We did you bad, now you hate your city
Put him and his gang in the Serengeti
Bustin' the auto, I got the cheese on me like a taco
You tried to slide like the trombones
Can't give no dick, had to block a ho
Bitch, had to block a ho
Ayy, hey, can't give no dick, had to block a ho
Ayy, can't give no dick, had to block a ho
Ayy, ayy, can't give no dick, had to block a ho
Ayy, ayy, eight on him like an octo'
Ayy, ayy, got too much cheese like some pasta
Ayy, ayy, ayy, tired, really don't wanna talk to her
Ayy, light up your boy, yeah, just like the sun, sun
Ayy, dicking her down, dick in her stomach just like it's Tums-Tums
I'm holding her hair back, I'm no hair stylist
Yeah, I'm busting on her tongue, tongue
I love you a lot, you get in the way of them racks and you gon' be long gone
I'm a surgeon, you get in the way of them racks and you gon' get sawed off
Girl, I, girl, I hear you talking to me
Girl, I can't let go of them things you gave to me
But, I could get anything I want, yeah, me
But all these things that haunt me, I can't escape 'em
I'm walking around little stupid, I can't shake 'em
I had a handful of my pills, I'm looking down like I can't take 'em
All of the people that kick and push me down, I can't hate them
Dumb nigga, you is my son, damn near look like I just raised him
Lit that boy like a blunt, hell yeah, nigga, 'cause I just face him
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I just face them, uh, yeah-yeah
I just face them, yeah-yeah-yeah
I just face them, yeah-yeah-yeah
I just face them, yeah-yeah-yeah
Writer(s): Matthew Isaiah Carson
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