Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
Vocals
Terrace Martin
Keyboards
Marlon Williams
Guitar
Slim 400
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Producer
Ari Raskin
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's that motherfucking gangsta shit, ****?
[Verse 2]
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
[Verse 3]
Pull up on the blocks like, what?
Fuck the police, **** better call SWAT
I ain't never played with the pot
I was in your house tryna find a spot to extend my knots
I went to jail for fool flock, came home with a strike
You went to jail as a bitch, came home as a dyke
****, yikes, I don't play that shit
Wifey like SEGA, I don't play that bitch
I'm a real Brompton **** with a motherfucking attitude
Walk up in the spot, you would think that a **** mad at you
I was on the block chillin', homies, what's the mission?
Came back in a quickness, hoping there wasn't no witness
And they came back shooting, my homies went back shooting
Then nobody hearing nothing, okay, this shit getting stupid
And my homies with the news, so they grabbed that tool
This all started from a day of **** bicken back being bool
[Verse 4]
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
[Verse 5]
Ah, verse two, the sun come down
You know when the sun come down, them guns come out
Click clack bow, bow bow bow bow bow bow
I used to rob ****, that's probably why they try to rob my style
And karma is a motherfucking biatch
You got your homie in jail, you sniatch
All in the court telling the judge who it is
Like a bitch when you get to the pen, **** on your wig
**** be lurking, bitches be slurping
**** got caught up on them Nextel's chirping
It's a must in the country, I ain't have no pagers
My bitch wouldn't come to see me, I was in there masturbating
Smoking on the bigarette, eating all the bereal
**** on the block selling O's like Cheerios
[Verse 6]
Aye, ****, ****, ****
I got a whole zone right now
Like, right now, right now
Like, would you tryna do right now?
[Verse 7]
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
[Verse 8]
Meanwhile at a home invasion near you
These **** was robbing your shit
[Verse 9]
Man, all the lights off around this motherfucker too
Lights finna be green right now on everything
I ain't got no gloves on, I left them motherfuckers in the car
Man, you better tear off your sock and use your sock, ****
Man, I'm tryna be in and out of this motherfucker
Like real fast, this look funny out here
Man, fuck it, we in that bitch
Come on cuz, you too loud
You get **** to crack
Man, we in this bitch
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Keenon Jackson