Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cotrell Dennard
Composer
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Producer
Rosewood
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (go, go, go)
Let's go (go, go, go)
Go, go (go, go, go)
Go, go (go, go, go)
Let's go
You want war, bitch, I want duck, it ain't 'bout none (Doe Beezy)
My ice on, you ain't gon' touch, it ain't 'bout none (fool)
If I want her, then I'm fuckin', ain't 'bout none (come here, baby)
What you want? Ain't got no budget, ain't 'bout nothin' (oh, really?)
Who talk 'bout somethin'? It ain't 'bout nothin' (think I'm playin'?)
Bitch, I walk up in the spot up in the spot, clutchin' (bop, bop, who want smoke?)
If I want her, then I'm fuckin', ain't 'bout nothin' (come here, baby)
Spend that shit, ain't got no budget, ain't 'bout nothin' (what you want? Freebandz)
Rich like a ball player, bragger and a boaster (Doe Beezy)
I ain't sweet like Pillsbury, pop out with that toaster (bop-bop-bop-bop)
Let me call my driver 'cause the Bentley too hot (skrrt)
Hangin' out thе window, middle fingers up like 2Pac (oh, rеally?)
If I had a girl, I'd probably buy my girl a ring
But since I don't, I bought that nigga bitch a chain (ha)
Throwin' up my gang, twistin' up my fingers (gang, gang, gang)
She bad on Instagram, she weak, for real, just know her angles (goodbye, baby)
Left wrist like sixty bands, right wrist a hundred bands
Steppin' on a opp in these Rick Owens, fuck them Jumpmans (ricky)
I won't give a damn if my album reached a hundred fans
Opp gang got a hundred fans
They wish they was Rubberbands (oh, really?)
You want war, bitch, I want duck, it ain't 'bout none (Doe Beezy, let's go)
My ice on, you ain't gon' touch, it ain't 'bout none (fool)
If I want her, then I'm fuckin', ain't 'bout none (come here, baby)
What you want? Ain't got no budget, ain't 'bout nothin' (oh, really?)
Who talk 'bout somethin'? It ain't 'bout nothin' (think I'm playin'?)
Bitch, I walk up in the spot up in the spot, clutchin' (bop, bop, who want smoke?)
If I want her, then I'm fuckin', ain't 'bout nothin' (come here, baby, ain't 'bout none)
Spend that shit, ain't got no budget, ain't 'bout nothin' (what you want?)
Doe Beezy
Oh, really?
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dominik Patrzek, Cotrell Dennard
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