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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
Candice Pillay
Candice Pillay
Background Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Background Vocals
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Keyboards
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Yung Exclusive
Yung Exclusive
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my—
[PostChorus]
I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell
I come from pimpin', bangin', baby mama rockin' yayo
Was always grandma's baby, moms always kept in veil
I swear my cousin want me bangin', settin'
[Verse 1]
****, fuck all that, tryna go on my road
I can take you back, ****, 'round '04
You can do clown dance, I'ma rob that store
You can paint your face, I'ma kick down doors
I'ma shoot my gun, I'ma free my loc
I'ma sell her tongue, I'ma tan that coke
I'ma dark my lungs, I'ma heal my soul
I'ma stack my bread, I'ma cop that boat
I'ma get them M's, I'ma whip that Ghost
[Chorus]
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my—
[PostChorus]
I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell
I come from pimpin', bangin', baby mama rockin' yayo
[Verse 2]
50 Crip, contraband for chips, sold all kinda shit
You know we on, turned that white to stone, just don't call my phone
From scrub to boss, shit my necklace gloss, plus my Bentley cost
You poppin' pills, shit, we sellin' pills, pussy sell in heels
Her booty fat, fuck her gluteus max, I'm still that groovy cat
Off 51st, yeah, we pushin' work, all my pots is burnt
My section turnt, see my soda rise, dimes be supersized
Say yes to dope, cop that Enz and O
[Chorus]
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can smoke that kill, you can push that dope
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my—
[PostChorus]
I make a scene around me, hit the corner, heaven, hell
I come from pimpin', bangin', baby mama rockin' yayo
Was always grandma's baby, moms always kept in veil
I swear my cousin want me bangin', settin'
[Outro]
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my ho
You can fuck my bitch, you can have my—
Written by: Brock F. Korsan, D. Jackson, Daveon Lamont Jackson, Jackson Dusseau, Oliver Joseph Jackson, Quincy Hanley, Ronald LaTour, Simeon Jackson
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