Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny 'KennyMixx' Daniels
Mastering Engineer
Matheis "Stafa" Carter
Mixing Engineer
Kenny Mixx
Mastering Engineer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aye, fuck cancer
Shoutout to Boosie (EarDrummers)
I fuck your main bitch, I gave her cooties
Hey!
[Verse 2]
Get it, all my ****, yeah, they with it
'Cause these pussy **** hatin'
They tryna knock me off my pimpin' (Won't happen)
I'ma boss, I call the shots, I leave these pussy **** missin'
And I'm whippin' like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, aye
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle (Syrup bottle)
I put it down and then she started stalkin' (Started lookin' for me)
Pop all the perky, yeah, a halftime (Halftime)
Lil' momma pussy soakin', yeah, it's bath time (Bath time)
[Verse 3]
I put a nine inside a two liter (Two liter)
I'ma send her right back because I know you need her (I know you need that)
Start about fake shit, I shall call my people (What?)
Shoutout to rasta ****, those my people
Put down my strap and used these hands, they evil
Tried to be loyal to these foreigns but I am a cheater (Damn)
Got, got a lot of followers, a perfect leader (Swear, swear)
I like it icy 'cause I'm not a cheap one (Woo, woo, woo)
Babe, make your booty roll (Roll)
I got a lot of hunnids, I want see that tootsie roll (Yeah)
I go a lot of partners, Falcons like I'm Julio (Brrt)
We done got drunk inside this bitch, I'm Don Julio (Aye)
We tryna get away from these bitches, so what you cruisin' for? (Skrrt)
My family depend on me, that's who I do it for (Swear)
Of course I do it for my bitch and for my crew fa sho' (I promise)
I do it for my jeweler, my ice off a fuckin' boat (Sheesh)
You know the routine, lil' bitch, I'm private
Lil' bitch, I'm hot (Hot), like I'm a Taki (Aye)
I knock it out, pussy, just like I'm Rocky (Ooh)
I got a bunch of wings surrounding my body (Brrr)
[Verse 4]
Get it, all my ****, yeah, they with it (Whoa)
'Cause these pussy **** hatin'
They tryna knock me off my pimpin' (Won't happen)
I'm a boss, I call the shots, I leave these pussy **** missin' (Aye)
And I'm whippin' like I'm gifted (Sheesh)
You can catch me in the kitchen, aye
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle (Syrup bottle)
I put it down and then she started stalkin' (Started lookin' for me)
Pop all the perky, yeah, a halftime (Halftime)
Lil' momma pussy soakin', yeah, it's bath time (Bath time)
[Verse 5]
Okay, it's bath time, just like a birdy (Brrr)
I cop a foreign (Skirt), I pull off skrrting (Skrrt)
Bitch, is you worth it? You make me nervous (Nervous)
You rock them Chrome Hearts (What?), you lookin' nerdy (Oh my God!)
This ain't no fish n' grits (No way), but this that fishscale (Woo, woo)
I let lil' mama be, I keep her good and well (I promise)
Bitch, I'm a OG, I don't play that tattle-tale (Shh)
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be done made bail (I swear)
I smoke that cookie dough, I drank that Actavis
My life a video, I'ma let you caption it (You say it)
Energizer Bunny (What?), you see these carats, hoe
I'm Rey Mysterio, my life on HBO (I swear)
They didn't want me fuck nothin', they didn't want it
Now they wanna suck somethin' and fuck somethin' (Yeah)
YSL ain't gon' cuff' em, we fucks 'em
Then we go onto another one (Woo, woo, woo)
Yeah, we go onto another one, son (One son)
I got my gun, you better run, run, run (Run, run)
You know I got bread like a croissant, son (Crossaint)
I get 'em stuck up for a honey bun, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
(Quavo)
I put ice in all my watches, came in in Versace (Ice)
Perky, gas, molly, trappin', we got options (Trap)
Her pussy water like it's bath time, she wishy-washy (Splash)
And she gon' suck and fuck me, even when the Feds watchin'
I don't fuck with broke ****, nah, we can't relate (No, no, no)
Put water on that white bitch, I call her Ricki Lake (Ricki)
Lil' mama, she lost in the sauce, she need to get hit with the pause
After I fuck her, she run through the dawgs and then I'm rejectin' her calls (Brrt, brrt)
I threw a pack over the gate to my **** 'hind the wall (Here)
R.I.P. Pistol, R.I.P. Mike, I pour out the lean for y'all (R.I.P.)
'Member the days I trapped out the bando, I had a thousand dollars (Never got M's)
You the same **** that said I wouldn't make it, I put in a thousand hours
(I got a thousand pounds, aye)
[Verse 7]
Get it, all my ****, yeah, they with it
'Cause these pussy **** hatin'
They tryna knock me off my pimpin' (Won't happen)
I'ma boss, I call the shots, I leave these pussy **** missin'
And I'm whippin' like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, aye
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle (Syrup bottle)
I put it down and then she started stalkin' (Started lookin' for me)
Pop all the perky, yeah, a halftime (Halftime)
Lil' momma pussy soakin', yeah, it's bath time (Bath time)
[Verse 8]
Split this perc with me, lil' bitch, you know it's halftime
She wetter than ocean, yeah, it's bath time
Lil' bitch gon' bring me back some dollar signs
And I'ma let you ride her like a Pathfinder
Written by: Jeffrey Williams, Michael L. Williams, Quavious Marshall