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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SahBabii
SahBabii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Saaheem Valdery
Saaheem Valdery
Songwriter
Rockim Valdery
Rockim Valdery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AyoWithTheMayo
AyoWithTheMayo
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My **** gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fat and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These **** empty just like tellin' on E
Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene
I'm pulling my pants up, I'm ready to swing
[Verse 2]
I'm ready to swing on a bitch
If it go left, up the thing on a bitch
She in love with these balls, put a ring on a bitch
Iced-out nipple piercings, I put that bling on her tits, ****
These choppers real, no orange tips, ****
Every month, I go six-figures
We need more straps, bitch, we getting richer
We real killers, never artificial
Step back and pop like I'm Harden (Harden)
She see the print in joggers (Joggers)
32 shots in the Joggers (Joggers)
These bitches look good on TV
But the fooling like it's Mcdonalds
We play with them just like pianos
On the weed farm with Old MacDonald
[Verse 3]
My **** gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fat and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These **** empty just like tellin' on E
Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene
[Verse 4]
I flooded my pockets with parmesan cheese
Tats on his face, he tryna look throwed
Behind those tattoos, I know he a ho
Pull up with that .40, my shit getting old
If I tell him don't move, that boy striking that pose
2016, we striking for clothes
Flathead in my pocket, we striking for poles
You loving these bitches, you mad 'bout some hoes
**** tryna get some hoes by some hoes
**** tryna get some somoke by the throat
I was born when a squid fucked a GOAT
When it's witner time, we put sticks in our coats
[Verse 5]
My **** gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fat and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These nigas empty just like tellin' on E
Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene
I'm pulling my pants up, I'm ready to swing
Written by: Ayodele Tomisin Adelaja, Rockim Delval Valdery, Saaheem Valdery
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