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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
We got London on da Track
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I tear the roof up off this bitch, ****
My bitch super cute, when she give me a smooch she make her lips bigger
That other shit out it ain't it, is it? Baby came back with a tape, brought the hits with him
All this whack ass shit **** putting out, shit had me going to sleep while I'm driving
[Verse 2]
These **** know what it is, don't even try
They know we ain't going for shit, it get violent
Won't even wantin' a bitch, no problems
You already know how I get, you know Jonathan
Real **** shit, real **** way too lit
Want my name in all kinds of shit
She told me to go get some condoms and pull up
I told her I didn't have time for it
I looked at my watch, said it's time for the turn up (Yeah)
They need it, these rap **** burnt up (Mm)
I'm killin' shit, I got the work on
As soon as you put my shit on, it's a murder
Name of the game, come hate on a player
I got the whole world on my dick
You **** better had try to come fuck with that load
Let a **** like me get that rich, bitch
Posted up with my lil' baddie
No, her name ain't no damn "Ashley"
She sliding down on it, she nasty (Go)
Telling me that I'm her daddy, ****
How they let 'em be cut like he cut, and he still learned to be all commercial and shit?
Off the top 'cause bitch, this really me, when you got it, it ain't no rehearsin' this shit
Steppin', I fucked up my toenail (Step)
You fuck **** don't wanna go there
You could me put me and a slut in a room together
I promise it's only one ho there (Yeah)
Don't play with me, I don't got time to play
Four times out of four got that fire
I ain't talking no lil' shit, this a .45, and hey
I hope don't nobody gon' die today
I'ma blow 'cause I gotta live
Take care of home, spoil all my kids
Even if I'm alone, stand on the biz
And whatever you want, it is what it is
****, I took my lick, I ain't trippin' 'bout that
You know a **** ain't goin' like a bitch
Just dropped now I'm right back rockin' out sold out crowds
All the real **** singin' my shit, let them **** tell you
[Outro]
Yeah, I tear the roof off up this bitch, **** (Go)
My bitch super cute, when she give me a smooch she make her lips bigger (Yeah)
That other shit out it ain't it, is it? Baby came back with a tape, brought the hits with him
All this whack ass shit **** putting out, shit had me going to sleep while I'm driving
Written by: Jonathan Kirk, Joshua Parker, London Holmes
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