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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, huh (Yeah), why would you say that? (Say that?)
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (Slay that bit')
Yeah, she gon' obey that (Yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas (Hah)
Uh, blowin' this dope (Dope)
Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (Yeah, chosen)
Because I was chosen (Chose), 'cause I was chosen (Chose)
I'ma ball out like DeRozan (Yeah, ball)
Fuckin' this bitch and she clothe-less
Yeah, I'ma go get in my mode, bitch (Get in my mode)
Gettin' this money, stay focused
Movin' around in a motion (Motion)
Yeah, these pussy niggas be bogus (Yeah)
Big choppa do no reloadin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shootin' these niggas like "Oh, shit" (Bah)
Damn, I'ma up the fire, fire, fire (Yeah)
Shirt all red, tie-dye, dye, dye (Yeah)
Pussy nigga you dead, you gon' die, die, die (Yeah)
Runnin' from the feds, homicide-cide-cide
Yeah, mama gon' cry, cry, cry
Get them tears out your eye, eye, eye
Treat the pussy like a motherfuckin' prize-prize-prize
You pussy
Yeah, huh (Yeah), why would you say that? (Say that?)
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (Slay that bit')
Yeah, she gon' obey that (Yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas (Hah)
Uh, blowin' this dope (Dope)
Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (Yeah, chosen)
Because I was chosen (Chose), 'cause I was chosen (Chose)
I'ma ball out like DeRozan (Yeah, ball)
Fuckin' this bitch and she clothe-less
Yeah, had to dirty up my Sprite (My Sprite)
Fuckin' this bitch all night (All night)
Two million dollars on some motherfucking ice
Shawty just left but I'm still real right, yeah (Still real right)
Told a little bitch bye-bye
I'ma still enjoy my night (Uh)
I'ma still enjoy my high, yeah (Uh)
I got ice like a freezer
Little baby an eater (Woo)
I do not need her (Woo)
My lil' baby a keeper (Yeah)
I got cheese like a pizza (Yeah)
No Little Caesars (Yeah)
I'm too big, ain't no meter (Yeah)
Smoking dope, Wiz Khalifa
Keep me a niña
Your bitch fast like a cheetah
I'm with all of the slimes, and bitch, and we B'd up
Yeah, huh (Yeah), why would you say that? (Say that?)
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (Slay that bit')
Yeah, she gon' obey that (Yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas (Hah)
Uh, blowin' this dope (Dope)
Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (Yeah, chosen)
Because I was chosen (Chose), 'cause I was chosen (Chose)
I'ma ball out like DeRozan (Yeah, ball)
Fuckin' this bitch and she clothe-less
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Michael Lamar Ii White
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