Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YBN Nahmir
YBN Nahmir
Vocals
Ashton Woodench
Ashton Woodench
Programming
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Simmons
Nicholas Simmons
Songwriter
Ashton Woodench
Ashton Woodench
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ashton Woodench
Ashton Woodench
Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(21, pussy, pussy) Shh, shh, sheesh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass ****, weird ass ****, man
What are all these **** talkin' 'bout? (Pussy, pussy)
Ice cream ass ****
Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)
[Verse 1]
I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started
I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, ****, I'm a gunner
When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda (Ayy)
All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie
Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body?
We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy
I remember them days in the jail, still free my **** Rodney
And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's
A **** keep it silent in L.A., I keep a clip though
'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole
And I can't have no **** with me if they gon' snitch on us
[Chorus]
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
[Verse 2]
Ayy, big dawg Savage (21)
Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (On God)
Ratchet bitch suck me while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (Straight up)
Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21)
My model bitch be smokin' all the 'Woods, she from Cali' (21)
In my Testarossa (21) My pistol out the holster (On God)
I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (Facts)
Opps want promotion (Pussy) We put 'em on a poster (Pussy)
I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (Pussy)
My watch ten bricks (God shit)
Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21)
Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21)
Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21)
[Chorus]
Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
Ah, that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners
I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama
Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda
Written by: Ashton Woodench, Nicholas Simmons, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Woodench Aschton Theogene
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