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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Ugly God
Vocals
30 Roc
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Royce Davison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
30 Roc
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(30, you a fool for this)
Run it up
Mm-hm
I finally realized why these **** hatin'
**** ain't gettin' no money, man
'Cause when you get no money, I'm sayin', like
I'm sayin', you stressed out, you know what I'm sayin'?
You're stressed out when you get no money
We stressless over here, **** is stress-free
[Verse 2]
Yuh, aye, yuh, aye, yuh, aye
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, damn
Yuh, damn, ok
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 3]
And that lil' car go fast
And that lil' car go zoom
That lil' bitch got a fat ass
Take that lil' bitch to the room
My **** walked in with sticks
My **** walked in with brooms
Try to take one of my chains
All you gon' hear is a boom
[Verse 4]
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique
Y'all could get hit with the boom
Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch
Give her the dick and I zoom
[Verse 5]
I'm like, "Whoops", huh
I might pull off in a coupe, huh
**** better not take my chain, huh
Blow that bitch up like a nuke, huh
I do this shit for my mama
My mama told me don't forget 'bout my roots, huh
I just been countin' my commas
Talk down, I'ma stomp that boy out in my boots, huh
[Verse 6]
Hop in the whip and go vroom
**** talk down, I go boom
I won't even break a sweat
I'ma just call up my goons
Get yo' ass gone for the low
My shooters gon' ride to the moon
Then I'ma fuck on your hoe
Take that bitch back to the room
[Verse 7]
Aye, I'ma shoot shots, you talk down on my name
I don't miss shots, but my chopper got aim
Old money, but it don't walk with a cane
VVS diamonds, just talk to my chain
Yeah, I beat her back out and get knocked out the frame
Fuck my old whip, had to cop me a Range
She don't fuck with me right now, but as soon as I drop
Guarantee, she gon' fly for the fame
[Verse 8]
And that lil' car go fast
And that lil' car go zoom
That lil' bitch got a fat ass
Take that lil' bitch to the room
My **** walked in with sticks
My **** walked in with brooms
Try to take one of my chains
All you gon' hear is a boom
[Verse 9]
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique
Y'all could get hit with the boom
Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch
Give her the dick and I zoom
[Verse 10]
Drop and roll
Death row
All bosses caught the four-twenty, huh
Gave her that dick, now she love me
Gave her that dick, now she love me
Lean in the glass like it's bubbly, huh
These **** hate that I'm rich, huh
These **** hate on my bitch
Fuck with that fuck up
Fuck, then I dip, 'cause she stuck up
Crowd hands up like a stick-up
With a flick of the wrist, huh
Bank on Lemony Snicket, huh
Ice on my neck cost a ticket, huh
Your career rocky liked ridges, huh
Test me, you gon' need some stitches
That goes for any of you bitches
[Verse 11]
Chopsticks
**** get beat up in the mosh pit
Leave a **** lumpy like cheese grits
Dick 'bout as long as four fish sticks
Middle finger to a cop
Racist pig that could suck on my cock
Big rocks all inside of my watch
That's not a Rolex, my ****, that's Swatch
[Verse 12]
And that lil' car go fast
And that lil' car go zoom
That lil' bitch got a fat ass
Take that lil' bitch to the room
My **** walked in with sticks
My **** walked in with brooms
Try to take one of my chains
All you gon' hear is a boom
[Verse 13]
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique
Y'all could get hit with the boom
Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch
Give her the dick and I zoom
Written by: Miles Parks McCollum, Royce Davison, Samuel Gloade