Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trapboy Freddy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devarius Moore
Songwriter
Jeffery Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffery Robinson
Producer
Zach Perry
Mastering Engineer
Grip
Mixing Engineer
J. Oliver
Producer
LIL GRIPPIE
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man hol' up, man, it's ya girl, Quita
Known for rocking Jordans but I also rock Filas (Fila)
Hol' up, big baby, that's what I said (Huh?)
Steady grain gripping busting hoes in the head
[Verse 2]
Man hol' up, man, it's ya girl, Quita
Known for rocking Jordans but I also rock Filas (Fila)
Hol' up, big baby, that's what I said (Huh?)
Steady grain gripping busting hoes in the head
[Verse 3]
It's the big T-R-A-P, got a pineapple Fanta, pour me a 3
Fade with the waves, bitch, I'm straight up out the D
Still sell work from the Cliff to the East
I need my piece, just bought me a piece
Jeans with the crease fucking on Versace sheets
Water like a ship, pistol on my hip
**** better not trip turn this bitch to Oak Cliff
Bros before hoes, sticking to the code
We did my goals, all off the boats
Way before the shows, we was getting loads
Been had dough, we was turning down hoes (On God)
[Verse 4]
Man hol' up, man, it's ya girl, Quita
Known for rocking Jordans but I also rock Filas (Fila)
Hol' up, big baby, that's what I said (Huh?)
Steady grain gripping busting hoes in the head
[Verse 5]
Man hol' up, man, it's ya girl, Quita
Known for rocking Jordans but I also rock Filas (Fila)
Hol' up, big baby, that's what I said (Huh?)
Steady grain gripping busting hoes in the head
[Verse 6]
Chain 500 (Hunnid), piece 300 (Hunnid)
Teeth shining, huh? Shoulda went to Johnny (Johnny)
Put that lil shit up, that ain't no money (Naw)
These all 100s, came off all onions
All my opps losing, can't spot a cruiser
Get a **** whacked while I'm somewhere on a cruise
Don't go to movies, trap roll like noodles
I was selling cuties at my spot behind Rudy's (Trap)
****, I've been gettin' it, no time for dissing (Naw)
Four came on a mission, one of 'em **** missing (Boom boom)
Take care of the business, catch a **** slipping (Slipping)
Treat 'em like a biscuit, put some bread on these bitches (Come here)
[Verse 7]
Man hol' up, man, it's ya girl, Quita
Known for rocking Jordans but I also rock Filas (Fila)
Hol' up, big baby, that's what I said (Huh?)
Steady grain gripping busting hoes in the head
[Verse 8]
Man hol' up, man, it's ya girl, Quita
Known for rocking Jordans but I also rock Filas (Fila)
Hol' up, big baby, that's what I said (Huh?)
Steady grain gripping busting hoes in the head
Written by: Trapboy Freddy