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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boogie
Big Boogie
Vocals
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Lotts
John Lotts
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Leon Bates
Leon Bates
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just popped a molly, I'm a bad motherfucker
Broke my hater's face, look at 'em, mad motherfucker
My lil bitch a gangsta, she a bad motherfucker
My ex get no respect, I had a sad motherfucker
BigDude, bitch, stop playing with me
Run my shit back
BigDude
Talk your shit, Boog, let go
[Verse 2]
I just popped a molly, I'm a bad motherfucker
Broke my hater's face, look at 'em, mad motherfucker
My lil bitch a gangsta, she a bad motherfucker
My ex get no respect, I had a sad motherfucker
[Verse 3]
Trackhawks and Hemis, I bought some fast motherfuckers
My **** are killers, they some ridin' motherfuckers
392 bucking, ha, broke the oil muffler
I can't help, I love her, pussy calling, had to fuck her
Riding with my ratchet bitch, a pussy ho can't touch her
Set this record straight, you don't like Boogie, fuck ya
I can't feel my face, I'm a bird-blowing puffer
DJ, drop my tag, I'm BigDude, motherfucker
[Verse 4]
I used to be broke but that was way back
They don't like that, murder, that's my face tat
Hate don't last long 'cause I don't respond back
Pockets so fat, I can't argue with them
Fuck whoever talking, they ain't talking about shit
Get up off my dick, go get you some business
Lil shawty, she jocking like a **** Black as fuck
Chocolate but I'm rough, I put dick up in her gut
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm from the slum, I deserve what I'm doing
Don't point at my face, just know you do, we getting into it
Cha Cha Slide, blood on these bottoms, these kicks are Louis
Cross me, then you blew it, kush smell like sewer
I used to be poor but right now I got my mojo
Stay safe, that's a no-no, stay dangerous, I'm shootin' solo
Every glizzy jumping at my concert, we do pogo
Raw, suck me slow-slow
Head, body yo-yo
[Verse 6]
My diamonds water, water, water, water, water (They so water)
We shoot choppas, choppas, choppas, choppas, choppas (We shoot choppas)
We do problems, problems, problems, problems, problems
We do walk ups, walk ups, walk ups, walk ups, walk ups (Kill 'em, then)
BigDude, bitch
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, John Lotts
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