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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlocBoy JB
BlocBoy JB
Vocals
Lil Pump
Lil Pump
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
Gazzy Garcia
Gazzy Garcia
Songwriter
James Brian Baker
James Brian Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, hey, hey
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit Nun of Dat shit
Big Chopper turn you to a running back, bitch
Before your clique, and go run with that bitch
I fuck yo' bitch and you sprung off that bitch
You ran on my clique, and I sprung on that bitch
[Verse 3]
Ho, bet' not say no mo'
Bitch, get me cigar from the sto' (Go)
You did the set?
Who? Say no mo'
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you're welcome ya' ho
In the air, like a UFO (In the air)
I'm pullin cards like a Yu-Gi-Yo
How you a gangster on cruise control
Talkin' 'bout guns, I got two of those
Bless 'em like somebody blew a nose
I cleanse it up like it's poo patrol
Hunnid drum up his nose
Keep a pole
Mo' pepper than the po'
Say you want beef, that's a goal
Locked and load
Let's go to they hood and post
Where they at?
Let me just find out
All I need is a hideout
I'ma pull up in some' drive out
[Verse 4]
It's a Wraith
I can't hit yo' blunt 'cause it might just be laced
And I can't fuck ya' bitch unless I get some face
I hate a worser mad ho asking for favors
I be smokin' on loud just woke up tonight
I'm in ya' house like I do ya' cable
Snitched on ya' man, boy, you is a traitor
Slam a **** like dominos on the table
Sunday, we pray for sending off a savior
DOA that 1st degree, can't save ya' (Murda)
I'm towing shit like I'm Mader
2017 made The Fader
Ballin' on **** like Lakers
I call her back for a fade up
Chop-chop-chop-chopper will spin you around
360, we gettin' his waves up
She-she-she didn't want to, so you raped her
Call you a plate, 'cause you ate her
Fuck-fuck off 4 for the lean
Pour a 8 up
She give me head till she get her lil' grades up
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Big Chopper turn you to a running back, bitch
Before your clique, and go run with that bitch
I fuck yo' bitch and you sprung off that bitch
You ran on my clique, and I sprung on that bitch
[Verse 6]
Ho, bet' not say no mo'
Bitch, get me cigar from the sto' (Go)
You did the set?
Who? Say no mo'
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you're welcome ya' ho
In the air, like a UFO (In the air)
I'm pullin cards like a Yu-Gi-Yo
How you a gangster on cruise control
Talkin' 'bout guns, I got two of those
Bless 'em like somebody blew a nose
I cleanse it up like it's poo patrol
Hunnid drum up his nose
Keep a pole
Mo' pepper than the po'
Say you want beef, that's a goal
Locked and load
Let's go to they hood and post
Where they at?
Let me just find out
All I need is a hideout
I'ma pull up in some' drive out
[Verse 7]
We been had yo' wife
Man, we don't want yo' bitch
You sippin' on Karo, we sip Actavis
Don't need no light for my buss down to hit
I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (Goddamn)
Kick a bitch out of my house (Ooh)
Kick her ass out because she get wit me
Me unblocked just give yo' grandma a brick
Yo' bitch pussy dirty, it smellin' like fish (Ooh)
Ooh, we ain't want nun of dat, ho
I don't drink water, bitch
I only pour up 4's
I be gettin' like 100 bands for a show
I just smashed 8 hoes in a row
Auntie pregnant, smokin' on dope
And I got a bad bitch, sniffin' on coke
Coulda bought a house but I went and bought a boat
I'm still rich but I still want more
I was on house arrest, poppin on pill
Now Lil Pump worth like, 10 Mil' (Yeah)
Got a lot of ice on
My chains is real
Sippin' on Wok with Dr. Phil (Ooh)
Can't buy a pint if that bitch ain't sealed (Nope)
Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills (Yeah)
Tryna come in my house
Get yo' ass killed
I'm on molly and my pint just spilled
[Verse 8]
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Bitch, I ain't wit nun of dat shit
Big Chopper turn you to a running back, bitch
Before your clique, and go run with that bitch
I fuck yo' bitch and you sprung off that bitch
I fuck yo' bitch and you sprung off that bitch
[Verse 9]
Ho, bet' not say no mo'
Bitch, get me cigar from the sto' (Go)
You did the set?
Who? Say no mo'
I lay you down like a welcome mat, hoe
Congratulations, you're welcome ya' hoe
In the air, like a UFO (In the air)
I'm pullin cards like a Yu-Gi-Yo
How you a gangster on cruise control
Talkin' 'bout guns, I got two of those
Bless 'em like somebody blew a nose
I cleanse it up like it's poo patrol
Hunnid drum up his nose
Keep a pole
Mo' pepper than the po'
Say you want beef, that's a goal
Locked and load
Let's go to they hood and post
Where they at?
Let me just find out
All I need is a hideout
I'ma pull up in some' drive out
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Gazzy Garcia, James Baker
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