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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Vocals
DaBaby
Vocals
James Maddocks
Guitar
Yung Lan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Maddocks
Songwriter
Chidi Osondu
Songwriter
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Malita Rice
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Maddocks
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Zach Schultze
Engineer
Chidi Osondu
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tell a **** don't play
Make it hard for you, send shots right whereyou lay
Know I keep my distance, one call, I'm on the way
I'm tryna see 'bout it
The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it
[Verse 2]
Yeah, they know we 'bout it
Only run with steppas, can't do a weak body
Only V8's and V12's when we ridin'
Bad bitch, she ridin', ay
And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang
Know he slidin'
[Verse 3]
RIP the opps
Gotta put clips on opps
Fuckin' with rich ****, won't hit licks, hit for stocks
All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
And I'll take a **** life before I take a bitch to shop
[Verse 4]
Only do the red key
Ain't a dead body, but I stretch her out on the bed sheet
'Fore I fuck, you know that I ask her for the head please
Get the **** dead please
Ten K, get the whip flipped, that's a rip stick
Dead G's, dead Glocks
[Verse 5]
No Young Money but I'm down to make the 'Bedrock'
I'ma roll out the pussy, watch the gang roll a dead opp
Told that bitch to head rock, know the beat knock how her head bop
And I'ma clean ****, but you know I like the head slop
[Verse 6]
Slide when we head shot
I'm a fan of the green beam, don't do the red dots
I'm the type of **** give her dick, I'ma make her legs lock
And I'll still run a **** down, I'm tryna head shop
I'm hittin' every shot
[Verse 7]
Tell a **** don't play
Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay
Know I keep my distance, one call, I'm on the way
I'm tryna see 'bout it
The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it
[Verse 8]
Yeah, they know we 'bout it
Only run with steppas, can't do a weak body
Only V8's and V12's when we ridin'
Bad bitch, she ridin', ay
And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang
Know he slidin'
[Verse 9]
RIP the opps
Gotta put clips on opps
Fuckin' with rich ****
Won't hit licks, hit for stocks
All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
And I'll take a **** life before I take a bitch to shop
[Verse 10]
You ever stepped in my Amiri's, these ain't Levi's
Knew how it felt to hold a gun when I was knee high
Uncle Ray let me hold this .38 whenever we'd ride
At the age of five, back then I ain't understand, I ain't see why (Let's go)
[Verse 11]
And a **** damn sure never saw me rappin'
Either way it go
They gon' have to catch me with that fire, no lackin'
Quit frontin' your move
Ain't none a y'all bitch as **** 'bout no action
I get mad in this bitch come off my hip
And wet up your starter jacket
[Verse 12]
Any **** I'm with gon' step on any other **** that saw it happen
Hope you lil' **** know
Every **** 'round me, he done did it before
I kill you at my show
Two hundred, twenty-five thousand get me out the door
Half a million or more
I make her cry me a river before we get close
Need to get me a boat
[Verse 13]
Tell a **** don't play
Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay
Know I keep my distance, one call, I'm on the way
I'm tryna see 'bout it
The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it
[Verse 14]
Yeah, they know we 'bout it
Only run with steppas, can't do a weak body
Only V8's and V12's when we ridin'
Bad bitch, she ridin', ay
And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang
Know he slidin'
[Verse 15]
RIP the opps
Gotta put clips on opps
Fuckin' with rich ****, won't hit licks, hit for stocks
All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
And I'll take a **** life before I take a bitch to shop
Written by: Chidi Osondu, James Maddocks, Jonathan Kirk, Naujour Grainger