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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Sada Baby
Vocals
Carlo Anthony Coxen II
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Carlo Anthony Coxen II
Songwriter
Casada Sorrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Gentuar Memishi
Recording Engineer
Carlo Anthony Coxen II
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
(Who the hell is Carlo?) Yeah
[Verse 2]
It's with Sada in this scuba boat, they call us the goats
Sippin' tris, that's my last resort, just like Papa Roach
Chanel jacket for my bitch, on the side Chanel brooch
Ain't gon' lie rather get to walkin', before I fly in coach (Yeah)
Yeah, **** tired in demons when that shit start gettin' slow
Woke up, started leanin', I can't even feel my toes
My lil' brother steady feignin', I'm just happy it ain't coke (Damn)
If it was I'll prolly punch him in his nose
Man, I cannot believe what these **** be doin' for hoes
First **** I called and hit the D was Scuba Steve
I love my bitch pussy 'cause it's tighter than Iverson sleeve
Bitch get on my nerve give me a headache, give me some Aleve
Fuck that, thank God my opps got some money (Finally)
I was tired of beefin' with them ****, they was not on nothin'
[Verse 3]
Ay
**** ain't never gon' be on shit
Had the ski mask on the keyboard, act like I'm gettin'
Had the ski mask on yo lil' hoe, everytime I went
Had the ski mask on your- (Uh)
Rack 'em up everytime I pull up (Yeah)
My godson grown as hell, don't wear no Pull-Ups (Yeah)
Play around with DT and watch shoot your hood up (Yeah)
The only reason I know you over there 'cause y'all don't do nothin' (Yeah)
Y'all don't never leave, huh, **** don't never eat, huh
I go through there eatin', AKA Pooh Bear eatin'
I get extra cheese, whippin' all that Medellín
She gon' have sex with me, everytime you let her leave
Put the purse up on 'em, show 'em how that weather be (Yeah)
It be extra heat, ****, better not mess with me (Yeah)
Only be with gang, don't like nobody where I'm from
Ain't got no friends in my bity bitch quit actin' dumb
Be with my brothers not no others, I ain't got no love (Huh)
We do numbers every summer, that's why we got guns
I still make a ton, serve that rocky cold, Tum Tum
I can't hit the trap unless I'm 'bout to get a lump sum
Brazilian bitch gon' eat the dick like fish water
I'ma pop a Perc so she can get the best Sada
Freaky bitch gon' eat the dick like cassava
Look her in her eye like, bitch, don't call me Casada
Swing that bitch like Oosthuizen, if you playin' with my guala
Pull up in some Prada, smoke a **** like some guava
Go cucaracha on your mama, I could sauce about them dollars
Shoot a **** if he holla, give a fuck about no problems
Lil Yachty pulled up in Detroit, they ask me what a choppa was
You know I give it to him if he ain't have no drugs
[Verse 4]
Ain't nobody solidare, bitch we solitaires
I'm in Detroit, on my face is some Cartiers
Makin' M's writin' for these bitches like I'm Tyler Perry
Prayin' to my Jesus peace like I'm Bloody Mary
I (Uh)
(Uh,uh)
My way in her pussy
These **** too sensitive 'round me, I think these ****'s pussy
I rolled up on a **** bitch like my name was Tootsie
Might could blow you up, but I need a chunk just like a chocolate cookie
I, really am (That ****)
Yeah, I really pull up seven figures, that's one call and they flip ****
It's us
Gotta flex everyday, I don't wanna rust
Big shit, stuck in my garage collectin' dust
Respectful man on my jewelry, If I must say
You ain't suckin' dick, so she better go catch that bus, bae
My earrings could protect the whole ice age
[Verse 5]
Pussy
Written by: Miles Parks McCollum, Carlo Anthony Coxen II, Casada Aaron Sorrell