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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
Vocals
Ghost-Kid
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Paul Dawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghost-Kid
Producer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Mixing Engineer
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A **** barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven figure ****, thank you God, it's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feeling you
[Verse 2]
Give a fuck about yo' feelings, pussy ****, shit I got feelings too (Let's go)
**** we was broke, how broke you was? Shit, we had to steal our food
We cut like that, steal from us, shit, we rob **** too
First time I ever robbed a plug, ****, I was still in school (Like 17)
I'll take yo' gun, trade yo' shit come back with a different tool (Yeah)
I don't want that hoe, ain't coming back, bitch, I got a different boo (Huh)
Say I sound the same, till my new shit dropped and they heard me switch the groove
I don't play both sides, you ain't one of mines, I don't like to pick and choose
[Verse 3]
A **** barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven figure ****, thank you God, it's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feeling you
[Verse 4]
Aye, pop yo' shit
And no, I ain't feeling these **** or nothin'
Before I blew up, did my shows with a gun
Still can go city to city alone, with my jewelry on
This ain't what you want
Treat this bitch like a cold, when it's cold outside (Okay)
I got it on, it ain't in the trunk
Soon as I feel it's a threat, I'ma dump (Bop, bop, bop)
You can play for the internet, you know it's up
Rock out a show and I leave with a slut (Let's go)
So many bitches, want a lil **** can't fit em' inside of the truck
I ain't no beginner and this shit ain't luck
I don't like the librarian, but **** I'm booked
Yeah, damn, he done got full of his self
Stick out his hand and it ain't gonna get shook
A bitch say my name and I don't even look
[Verse 5]
A **** barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven figure ****, thank you God, it's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feeling you
[Verse 6]
Bitch
Written by: DaBaby, Paul Dawson