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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
De'Juane Dunwood
De'Juane Dunwood
Songwriter
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter
Dwayne Oats
Dwayne Oats
Songwriter
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glacier
Glacier
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing 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
DJ K.i.D
DJ K.i.D
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Baby, don't get me started Just got her hair done so she slept with a bonnet I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga Bitch, there go baby them stuntin' Hopping out, smelling good, pocket full of money They hop off your dick when they got what they wanted Tell me whatever, don't tell me you love me I been through some shit, baby, actually Can we get straight to the action? Let's just get nasty Fuck all that keeping it classy She like a nigga to thug her out, smack on her ass cheeks These niggas biting my style, I got rabies Bitch, wear your seat belt, I drive a ho crazy She ride my dick like a Mercedes Won't even come out the house if it's free, gotta pay me And she gon' get mad go and cheat on a nigga (let's go) Bitch get mad and go cheat on your nigga (let's go) Pull up right now, just me and my pistol I jumped out selling weed, I was little (yeah) Make me mad and I'm hell on a nigga (give 'em hell) Still remember the smell when I hit him This shit got me numb, I don't care or have feelings (we don't care) Both of my niggas dead and I miss 'em (yeah) Stop it, it's time to pop it (yeah) Rich-ass nigga where the rock at (yeah, boom) Bitch, I know you like chocolate, I'm chocolate I keep on making hits, they can't stop it I'm all in the crib with your bitch in my boxers (with your bitch) Check the charts and the lists and I top 'em All the way retarded, send a nigga to the doctor Yeah, I'm fully automatic with the chopper (brr) I need some gun smoke I save the money, ain't saving no freak I'm a pimp if you don't know (if you don't) He just copped a new hat, he want one more (he want more) Elephant in the room, bitch, I'm Dumbo (yeah) If you love me, bitch, tattoo the logo She wanna fuck big CEO for some promo (CEO) Brand new big Maybach truck going dodo Drive this bitch like it's a stolo, yeah Bitch, there go baby them stuntin' Hopping out, smelling good, pocket full of money They hop off your dick when they got what they wanted Tell me whatever, don't tell me you love me I been through some shit, baby, actually Can we get straight to the action? Let's just get nasty Fuck all that keeping it classy She like a nigga to thug her out, smack on her ass cheeks These niggas biting my style, I got rabies Bitch, wear your seat belt, I drive a ho crazy She ride my dick like a Mercedes Won't even come out the house if it's free, gotta pay me And she gon' get mad go and cheat on a nigga (let's go) Bitch get mad and go cheat on your nigga Big 13 known to put shit in the spital With a lil' wide body, pop out with a missile Straight from the south and I ain't worth seven figures Put a bag on they head, know a kid who'll spit 'em I knew he was slumped, watch him tweak when I hit 'em My arm will align, still slide with the killers Get some, get back, celebrate, throw a dinner Passing the wood, I put dead folks in 'em Tough talk around me, get a background check Research came back, he is not a real hitta I pick up my MAC 'fore I talk back on Twitter Be high off of blood Get the drop from his sister had big dreams on gettin' rich Just like El Chapo ever since I was little Matter of fact, get 'em wacked like I'm Pablo If a nigga blue tip, knock some meat off his taco My life on the wire, feds want me like Marlo Choppas around me, they follow where I go Spent a 30 ball with my gun plug in Chicago Six hundred somethin' shots trailing me in the tahoe Baby and Shiesty, this shit got too icey We 'posed to be rappin', this turned to a light show Bitch, there go baby them stuntin' Hopping out, smelling good, pocket full of money They hop off your dick when they got what they wanted Tell me whatever, don't tell me you love me I been through some shit, baby, actually Can we get straight to the action? Let's just get nasty Fuck all that keeping it classy She like a nigga to thug her out, smack on her ass cheeks These niggas biting my style, I got rabies Bitch, wear your seat belt, I drive a ho crazy She ride my dick like a Mercedes Won't even come out the house if it's free, gotta pay me And she gon' get mad go and cheat on a nigga (let's go) Bitch get mad and go cheat on your nigga
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, De Juane Malachi Dunwood, Lontrell Dennell Williams Jr., Dwayne Isaiah Oats Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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