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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neji
Performer
KBV
Performer
AD.
Performer
ShamBandz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adnan Warfa
Composer
Hisham Yaasir Bamberg
Composer
Isaiah Anthony
Lyrics
Khaalid Yaasir Bamberg
Composer
Khalid Mohamed Abdi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AnthonyRey Cavazos Arredondo
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Call me AD or the don dada
I got bitches back to back like I move Prada
**** talking on the net, that be straight rubber
Pulling up with eight G's like I'm Rick Ross
I be rocking designer drip, call me Christophe
I made my own flow, but I switch off
Right hand, left hand, it's a cook off
Once a **** bust a nut, bitch, I get soft
While I'm changing the A, I'm a big dog
And I ain't never hit a wood, bitch, I lift off
[Verse 2]
Huncho
Hundo
Baby
Want those
Foreign
Glowing
Like AD
We be knowing
[Verse 3]
(What?)
Hundred on my wrist
Hundred in the bag
Got a lotta chicken
Got a lotta cash
I be fucking hoes
I don't gotta brag
I'm at 505 or I be in the lab
[Verse 4]
Pop the seal, get some ice and a double cup
Twist up, spark up
Yeah, we getting lit as fuck
Turned-turned up in the stu' wit' a bag a Runts
Drop another verse like I'm 'bout to go fuck it up
Thirty K on a flight and it's first class
All gas, straight to the face, and we don't pass
Slim waist and a fat ass, she tryna get a nut
I don't really care about her, it I'm just tryna fuck
And if she come through
Yeah, we gon' fuck it up
Blow a bag on a bitch, then run it up
[Verse 5]
Ooh, nasty
You know these hoes moving nasty
She tried to slide on the first night
She tried to fuck me the same night
Pass it to my ****, Cobra
But he don't want it
Ten deep, we on 'em
[Verse 6]
Hold on, wait
Hold on, wait
You don't drink coffee?
Double cupful, I be sipping on Wockey
Two bitches on me, I tell 'em, "Get off me"
Blick on my waist, told her, "Come and disarm me"
Yo, blicky, jamming like
[Verse 7]
That's-that's what I push
Your girlfriend, she tried to fuck with the kid, but I told her good luck
I got the stacks
I got that talk, all shit get you whacked
All of my ****, you know that we
[Verse 8]
It's a one-deuce-deuce, ****, know what you rep
No-no, this ain't Nike, but we stay, getting checks
Man, fuck all that flexing
You know we winning shit
And you know how we coming
Get it lit, then we dip
Ay
[Verse 9]
Tell-tell 'em, "Run it back"
Gang in this bitch, tryna touch another hunnid racks
(On me)
(Nah) But we gettin' all these millions
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 10]
Y'all **** sleep
Hold up
We taking W's, going three deep
Ah, getting three-peats
Wait
I'm going full charge
Hold up
Wait
[Verse 11]
**** talking like they wit' it, but they shouldn't now
I don't really care 'bout a ****, I got buss downs
Big whip, and it's front now
I don't really care bout a ****
Oh, what now?
[Verse 12]
Bitch ass, ****, you already fucking know the deal, ****
(Fuck you talking 'bout?)
Told y'all ****, quit playing with us, bitch ass ****
Written by: Adnan Warfa, Hisham Yaasir Bamberg, Isaiah Anthony, Khaalid Yaasir Bamberg, Khalid Mohamed Abdi