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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
Vocals
Albert Thompson
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
MP808
Programming
TM88
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Terrell McNeal
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MP808
Producer
David Pizzimenti
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer
TM88
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer, ****
Stay laced up
On Bloods
Stay laced up
[Verse 2]
I just bought me a handgun
And that shit came with the drum
Do a **** foul like And-1
I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 3]
I hop out the tub
My feet land on Gucci rugs
Eat it up, then slide in her
Make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 4]
Uh, uh, baddies, lumps
Uh, uh, Mr. Klumps
Uh, uh, she on my nuts
Fuck her once
I don't eat the butt
YG always cuss
YG do too much
(Oh my God he always wearin' red, he a super Blood)
You **** super sus'
Act like y'all be pistoled up
When them shots fire
All you **** do is duck
Duck, duck, duck, duck
Duck, duck, duck, goose
I don't wanna she boof, uh
Heard that pussy loose, uh
Yeah she with the shits, aye
Gave me head in the coupe
[Verse 5]
I just bought me a handgun
And that shit came with the drum
Do a **** foul like And-1
I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 6]
I hop out the tub
My feet land on Gucci rugs
Eat it up, then slide in her
Make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 7]
Big gun, handgun
Shootout, And-1
Hop out, tap out
Time out (Damn, son)
Goyard trunks
Gucci trunks
Goku, Trunks
Asthma pump
Uh, uh, hit a **** once he done
Crack 'em like Humpty Dumpty
She don't wanna fuck, she dumb
Uh, uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rum, ice cream
'Cedes truck
Nine screens
Brady Bunch
Wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner with the pink mink
My little man was on the corner with the clink clink
Gold bank, roll 8, gold links
Whole gang hold weight, ho
[Verse 8]
I just bought me a handgun
And that shit came with the drum
Do a **** foul like And-1
I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 9]
I hop out the tub
My feet land on Gucci rugs
Eat it up, then slide in her
Make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 10]
Alert! Bomb first
Trained to go
Fuck hesitation
Ten steps ahead
Not just of enemy, but of all men
Set an example by demonstration
Not conversation
Fear of God
But with God keep a faithful relation
Do the unthinkable
Pop up on that ass out the blue
Like peek-a-boo
All a man gots is his dick and his word
So whatever that man says, he gots to do
And if that pussy is yours
Protect it by all means
Keep them real ****
Some top lawyers, financial advisors
And them get-the-job-done riders on your team
And now you're ready for the world
Yadidamean?
Stay dangerous
Written by: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Keenon Jackson, Rakim Mayers, Terrell McNeal