Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
Vocals
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Producer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Mixing Engineer
Ricky P
Recording Engineer
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Cook that shit up Quay)
[Verse 2]
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Call before you knock, ****
Call before you knock, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
My neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
[Verse 3]
Go
[Verse 4]
Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more
I was lookin' out the peephole with it
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Now a **** goin' beast mode with it
I got 15 beds, we ain't layin' on the floor
I done hit a lotta freak hoes
****, guess it's safe, safe for you to say that I'ma hoe
I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore
[Verse 5]
I got money to bail out
Won't pull over, they know he gone bail out
Drop the window, turn right throw the scale out
Fuck you mean we don't ride with no scale now
We sell them bitches whole (We sell them bitches whole)
I had em' knockin' at my door, I used to have em' for the low
My neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (My neighbors think I'm sellin' dope)
I had the AC on, every winter young **** had the burner in his coat
I hit a **** with the fan, I hop out, glock out, I was takin' pictures with the fans
I can show you how to rob without a tool
All them times I hit the middle man
All them times I took a **** off
**** wanna be a boss, but ain't have what it took to be the boss
She didn't know what it took to be my bitch
I ain't know what it took until I lost (Huh)
[Verse 6]
Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more
I was lookin' out the peephole with it
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Now a **** goin' beast mode with it
I got 15 beds, we ain't layin' on the floor
I done hit a lotta freak hoes
****, guess it's safe, safe for you to say that I'ma hoe
I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore
[Verse 7]
I'll always be a pimp, I'm not a player, I get it
I'm wipin' all them bitches off my radar, no Kizzy (Kirk)
I'm always on the charts like I'm Drizzy (Dirk)
Fade away I get you shot like Nowitzki
Can't wait to do the show when I'm in Dallas
We be eatin' healthy on the low, she made a salad
I been gettin' money on the low it's hard to hide it
My baby like to fuck me on the floor, I let her ride it
It's off the top, I ever make a song, I never write it
I'ma Grammy nominated hit maker, lame **** bitch taker
Fuck the police, you yellin' with a gun out, how the fuck we gone think?
You take my daughter daddy, how the fuck she gone eat?
I kill me a cop, what the fuck they gone think?, prolly hang on a tree
I'm dangerous, I keep a banger on me
Gotta drop down and pray before I sleep, Lord
[Verse 8]
Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more
I was lookin' out the peephole with it
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Now a **** goin' beast mode with it
I got 15 beds, we ain't layin' on the floor
I done hit a lotta freak hoes
****, guess it's safe, safe for you to say that I'ma hoe
I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore
[Verse 9]
Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more
I was lookin' out the peephole with it
Every time I turned around I had to blast out the door
Now a **** goin' beast mode with it
I got 15 beds, we ain't layin' on the floor
I done hit a lotta freak hoes
****, guess it's safe, safe for you to say that I'ma hoe
I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore
Written by: Quay Global, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk