Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
James LaVigne
Songwriter
Nicholas James Williams
Songwriter
Leon Flowers
Songwriter
Winfred Crabtree
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Win Crabtree
Co-Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Joe Fitz
Mixing Engineer
Pliznaya
Producer
John S. Wms-Kohlmeyer
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, flexed up, Billy Jean
Yes sir, everything
She don't trust a ****
****, I don't trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean
Yes sir, everything
She don't trust a ****
****, I don't trust a wedding ring
[Verse 2]
Yopper goin' bada-boom
Yopper goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see you
Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yopper goin' bada-boom
Yopper goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see you
Aretha Franklin, let it sing
[Verse 3]
Sip out the canister, rollin' up cannabis
I'm not permitted to cross into Canada
Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
Switched place, story stay the same
Bail came in the mail, bust it down
You would think I'm Tory Lanez
Broke prayin' for a whole thing
Got the text and a load came
Flex on 'em Iike I'm Billy
Bought a new hip, then told her hit me
Tryin' to get next to me like I'm Tristan
You think I'm really 'bout to let you get me?
You think I'm really 'bout to let you bill it?
You think you really 'posed to get a Bentley?
All you do is stalk other hoes' pages
You cannot afford a payment on a Civic
[Verse 4]
Keep it professional when you DM me
You know your sister be all in my business
Copyin' everything that I deliver
TMZ, I'm fightin' with Dreka
We can not do this in front of the children
Now I'm in the shit, she gon' go get her pistol
Know this so crazy, probably won't kill me
How could you leave me?
[Verse 5]
Oh, flexed up, Billy Jean
Yes sir, everything
She don't trust a ****
****, I don't trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean
Yes sir, everything
She don't trust a ****
****, I don't trust a wedding ring
[Verse 6]
Yopper goin' bada-boom
Yopper goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see you
Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yopper goin' bada-boom
Yopper goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see you
Aretha Franklin, let it sing
[Verse 7]
Cookin' up, let me do what I want
Gold Rollie touch cutter, gon' launch
In Cali, just call me a ally
You tell me the addy and daddy gon' punch
Crunch time, gotta count on the clutch
Bust down, not the hoe with the blunt
Breakin' open a pipe, pourin' dope in the cup
Partner bought it, 'bout to open it up
Big body doors openin' up
Big Jamaican unloadin' the truck
Big weight 'bout to go in the trunk
Bad bitch give me brain in the truck
Just jooged four M in a month
Two fifty, book a show, I'ma come
Cappin' like they got more than us
Matter of fact, I just ordered up
Shopliftin', they recorded us
'Member back on the MARTA bus
I can remember you treatin' me shitty back then
'Cause I wasn't important enough
Straight from the back, how I'm grippin' a bitch
Throwing dick in her kidney, she ballin' up
In the mirror, I glisten
The button ignition, the engine go "Rrrah" when I start it up
[Verse 8]
Oh, flexed up, Billy Jean
Yes sir, everything
She don't trust a ****
****, I don't trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean
Yes sir, everything
She don't trust a ****
****, I don't trust a wedding ring
[Verse 9]
Yopper goin' bada-boom
Yopper goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see you
Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yopper goin' bada-boom
Yopper goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see you
Aretha Franklin, let it sing
[Verse 10]
Aye, forgive me if I'm not energetic and hunky-dory around this bitch
When I got a motherfuckin' GPS monitor strapped to my leg
When I got a motherfuckin' PO tellin' me I can go travel to spend money
But I can't travel to make money
You know, forgive me for not bein' enthusiastic everyday
When I got these fuckin' dick suckers on my motherfuckin' back 24 hours a day
Playin' with me, ya heard me?
And now you fuckin' playin' with me
Written by: James LaVigne, Kevin Gates, Leon Flowers (Pliznaya), Nicholas James Williams, Win Crabtree, Winfred Crabtree II
