Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freeway
Vocals
Peedi Crakk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leslie Pridgen
Lyrics
Pedro Zayas
Lyrics
Justin Gregory Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Carlisle Young
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woo, now clap for me, mommy, oh
Just clap for me, mommy (Just blaze)
Okay, get freak, okay, get Wale
Que tĂș quieres mujeres, said she blow, la-la
Flipside, now she my baby mama
Get wild, okay
[Verse 2]
Freeway got the hood on smash
Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost, ****
Freeway got the club on lock
Step on stage, set it down, leave with a broad
Check for a edge, post up, fans are for circlin' the block
Call the cops, it's the Roc in your area
Post up, distribute to the block
Freeway move the rocks in your area
Yeah, pop tried to shut me down
Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up
What? My Glock carry heavy rounds
MAC carry heavy rounds packed in a Chevy truck
What? You better ring the alarm
Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys
And have black suits tucked on you and your moms
But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys
Her ass look good in a thong
And she want me to sneak in the building like Trojan of Troy
Best believe there's Trojans involved
Hats slipped over the boy, oh boy
[Verse 3]
We rip crowds
Whole lot of volume and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to make the place
Get wild
Whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
Is all it takes to make her skate
Flipside (Flipside)
Brick house and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to make the block
Get wild (Get wild)
Car keys and a little bit of cheese
Is all it takes to make her leave
[Verse 4]
With these OG's
Tell that ho to Tootsie Roll on the pole, I'm tryna squeeze
With ease, then breathe
I ain't hov, I just know what I know
I'm talkin' O-sparks and vibe, ride for a dollar bill
Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly hills
I can't deny how the mommy feels
Higher than the cable bill, slide with your baby girl
P. Crakk and I ain't for play
I got a MAC that'll change your day
Fall back, get your act intact
P-I-M-P-U-P-H-O-E-S is all the rest
And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us
Crakk, wherever I holler at, we gettin' naked
Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring
The prince of SP is soon to be the king, and we
[Verse 5]
Rip crowds
Whole lot of volume and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to make the place
Get wild
Whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
Is all it takes to make her skate
Flipside (Flipside)
Brick house and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to make the block
Get wild (Get wild)
Car keys and a little bit of cheese
Is all it takes to make her leave
[Verse 6]
Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin' group
Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delt?
She felt the kid, thumbtack held the roof up
On her cell phone, Freeway got me in a squatter
He a rider from the block to the booth
I'm as real as they come, the gorillas'll come
Chicks get chill till they come, gotta peel when they done
But let her spend the night, all night
'Cause the heat called me a liar
She just like honey so I call her Mariah
Wanna see if she got what it takes to carry across state
And travel across state with things taped to her waist
Mommy wanna ride with pa
Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas
And put on the team, shoot, put on the bean, bitch
Lean, bitch, shoot at they entourage
Hit up they tin can, pull on your jeans, bitch
[Verse 7]
We rip crowds
Whole lot of volume and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to make the place
Get wild
Whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
Is all it takes to make her skate
Flipside (Flipside)
Brick house and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to make the block
Get wild (Get wild)
Car keys and a little bit of cheese
Is all it takes to make her leave
Written by: Justin Smith, Leslie Pridgen, Pedro Zayas