Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prof
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dillon Parker
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ah, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke? Then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherfucker, alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke? Then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherfucker, alright
Yeah, uh
When I'm back from jail I want the party poppin'
Already boppin', city buzzin', they already talkin', uh
Debbie gawkin', Eddie jockin'
I'm skunk drunk walking one-eye, Fеtty Wappin'
Let me talk my shit
Business lunch, and I brownout at Denny's
Wanna kick it with the goons, you better have an alibi ready
Let me introduce you to my pal, my machete
I'm gettin' down on my Dougie
Make sure my mountains is ready
Beefin' with me is a mistake
Bro, I know you smell different when you are awake
They will speak and mention me among the greats
I'm battin' one thousand
<span begin="1:03.154" end="1:04.486">Shit, bitch, what does it take?</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:03.684" end="1:04.719">(Shiiittt!)</span></span>
I'm 'bout to break in and steal all your shit
<span begin="1:07.770" end="1:09.105">I’m a cutthroat</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:08.402" end="1:10.468">(Let's go, let's go, let's go)</span></span>
<span begin="1:10.468" end="1:14.338">With a dash of strong-arm and maybe just a pinch of some muscle</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:13.294" end="1:15.810">(Oh, Let's go, let's go, let's go)</span></span>
Ah, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke? Then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah, motherfucker, alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke? Then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah, motherfucker, alright
I'ma get my fuckin' fill
A rick-a-bamboo, I'ma move for the kill
A rick-a-bamboo, I'ma move to Brazil
Got the brutes in the clique
Got the juice, got the drip
I'll be outside
I'll be polite
I wanna fight
I want a Canada Dry
Somebody lied
Look at they try
I think they should resign
I'm outta my mind, throw me some lanes
I'll come at 'em one at a time
I'm at my prime
Anyways, look at the time
I've been through some shit
You just can't block it out
I'ma hop out, run them jewels
Empty them pockets out
You got a problem, bro?
We can talk it out
After I'm done fighting with the cook at the Waffle House
I'm 'bout to break in and steal all your shit
<span begin="2:12.570" end="2:13.503">I’m a cutthroat</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:13.103" end="2:15.104">(Let's go, let's go, let's go)</span></span>
<span begin="2:15.104" end="2:19.321">With a dash of strong-arm and maybe just a pinch of some muscle</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:18.421" end="2:20.555">(Let's go, let's go, let's go!)</span></span>
Ah, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke? Then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherfucker alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke? Then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah, motherfucker, alright
I'm in my bag, like a lunch
Got the swag, got the funk
Would you pass up the blunt?
Livin' fast and fun
Whatever you wanna do
Woo, yeah-yuh
Skadooce
Yeah, I'm in my bag, like a lunch
Got the swag, got the funk
Could you pass up the blunt
Livin' fast and fun
Whatever you wanna do
Woo-hoo
Skadooce
Written by: J. Anderson