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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Keem
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hykeem Carter
Songwriter
Kalon Berry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kal Banx
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm sick of all the raw-raw-raw
I'm not finna slide if your block hot
Big rock band he's a shooter
Heard him talking 'bout the hacks, no computer, yeah
Eat a drumstick, yeah
Top dawg but my bitch still eat top ramen, yeah
Met my mom
My mom said she a top woman, yeah
I got fame and she help me keep my conscious, yeah
[Verse 2]
I don't sneak around If I do, I have fun, huh
If they cancel me then I retire, get the drum, yeah
If they cancel me then I might have to pop the trunk, yeah
If they cancel me I black on black my air force ones, yeah, let's go
[Verse 3]
Tired of raw-raw-raw
Serve a lil' bitch face like raw-raw-raw
Say he quit the double cup, that's raw-raw-raw
Hit your hoe, I'm finna nut, say bye-bye-bye
[Verse 4]
Leave a **** stranded
I'm a fuck **** (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a fucking bandit (Yeah)
On my momma Janice (Okay)
Eating church's chicken (Chicken)
All I eat is chicken (Yea)
Beat the box like (Lets go), beat the box like (Lets go)
Yeah, whole foods on my neck
Fucking up pink clothes to my neck
Fucking up
My bitch messy, yeah my neck
Fucking up
I get bands, you pay respect
Fucking up
Check, check, check, check, check please
Check, one, two, get your bitch off me
Your bitch on TV if my sex tape leak
Your bitch on DVD, she won an ESPY
[Verse 5]
Tired of raw-raw-raw
Serve a lil' bitch face like raw-raw-raw
Say he quit the double cup, that's raw-raw-raw
Hit your hoe I'm finna nut say bye-bye-bye
Written by: Hykeem Carter, Kalon Berry