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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Josh Richards
Vocals
Bryce Hall
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Richards
Songwriter
Bryce Hall
Songwriter
Bridget Toll
Songwriter
Jaden Hossler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gavin Rudolph
Mixing Engineer
Isaac Lewis
Producer
Ariel Porta
Video Director
Baws World
Video Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, Bryce, this motherfuckin' mans tried to DM my girl
Bro, he tried to fuck her
Lil' fucking Hoodie or some shit, G
Fucking waste, man, bro
Bro, he wants the smoke, I guess
[Verse 1]
Wakanda King
Tryna fuck with me
Tryna fuck my girl
Like I couldn't see
Broke bitch, broken-ass nose bitch
Small dick, still kinda softish
Toxic, act like you poppin'
No, bitch, built like a chopstick
[PreChorus]
Talk about money you got
You know you ain't got a lot (No money, woah)
You know you had one shot (One shot)
Charli's the tick to your tock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Time's running out, eighteen 'til you get clout
Lights out, lights out, no tour
Knock your ass out 'til the fans want more
[Chorus]
Ayy, little bitch, look at where you're at now (Ayy, yeah)
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown (Small dick)
Still softish, you softish
And if I'm being honest, you're just a fucking novice
[Verse 2]
We ain't do this for the bands
We doing this just to tell all your fans
You still be fucking with girls
Telling people Charli's your world?
No, trust me, he's a rose
But this one time when he broke his nose
He lost his temper, didn't whimper
Just said he's a bitch-ass—
Yo, yo, yo Bryce, probably shouldn't say that, bud
Oh shit, you right, uh, producer can you cut that shit out?
[Verse 3]
No ladies, hell of a guy
He's kind of one of a kind
Just let them take some time
To find out all of his lies
Sitting there with my girl on the phone (Brr)
Telling me she can't get alone
This dude really think he cold (Not cold)
Tryna fuck while his girl at home
[PreChorus]
Talk about money you got
You know you ain't got a lot (No money)
You know you had one shot (One shot)
Charli's the tick to your tock (Ayy)
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Time's running out, eighteen 'til you get clout
Lights out, lights out, no tour
Knock your ass out 'til the fans want more
[Chorus]
Ayy, little bitch, look at where you're at now (Ayy, yeah)
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown (Small dick)
Still softish, you softish
And if I'm being honest, you're just a fucking novice
[Outro]
Ayy, little bitch look at where you're at now (Ayy)
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown
Still softish, you softish
And if I'm being honest, you're just a fucking novice
[Outro]
This guy's a fucking waste
Hahaha, you fuckin' twat
Dude, you're a fucking waste, man, bro
Written by: Bri Tolani, Bridget Toll, Bryce Hall, Isaac Silverman, Jaden Hossler, Josh Richards