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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Songwriter
Niles Terrell Groce
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
Paimon Jahanbin
Songwriter
Nima Jahanbin
Transcription
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Snapz
Producer
Wallis Lane
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Bae, you gon' have to decide if you can handle bein' with a thug **** like me
Know as far as my lifestyle, I try keep certain lil' shit away from you
But you gon' have to be a big girl and hold a **** down, no matter what
It's never gon' be easy cheffin' with a **** who love the streets
Times I can't be reached
I'm out handlin' shit that need to be dealt with, no questions asked
But at the end of the day, I'm all 'bout my money and I love you
I know you love me
This for you
[Verse 1]
I'm sendin' tucci to the feds like I'm FedEx
I'm tryna push up, tryna have you on bedrest
I be wantin' to spend time, but I don't find the time to
I'm tryna hide you where nobody can find you
Pull up to the studio, I'm tryna fuck somethin'
I'm steady ridin' 'round strapped, I'm tryna bust somethin'
Any rapper jump in your DMs, bae, just know it's smoke
[Verse 2]
These bitches hatin', they see my love for you way different
We by ourselves, nobody else, not even the gang with me
For you, I'd cross over the sea, you where I wanna be
Every time we freak, you have my sheets like the Muckalee
You ain't gon' keep out the trenches, bae, so stop trippin'
I'm never puttin' down my fire, so don't even try
I be booted out my eyes, send **** to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
I pop mollies
I'm in the 'yo with Rock Gotti
Golden Acres projects
Right now, it's a block party
I don't even drive the 'Rari
I'm in a bulletproof Caddy, rather safe than sorry
Even though these **** ain't gon' play
[Verse 3]
They know I'm dingy, I be steppin' everyday
Any **** jump in your DM, make sure you tell me, bae
'Cause you my cutthroat Barbie
I had you layin' at a party for a **** drop
I know you ridin' without a doubt, you doin' shit you never did before
So 'bout this love, I swear to God, I'ma tear the city up
Let's start a business up
We slide, you got my glizzy tucked
In your purse, you hold my Percs, you been through worse, you need a Bentley truck for that
I know it's other hoes out here, but bae, you everything for Yak
No matter what we go through, you promise this shit forever stay intact
[Verse 4]
At the baby shower for your people, knew right there when I seen you, it's gon' be you and me next
I started roundin' up my pieces and bust you down a piece, hope these credit cards gleesin'
I was watchin' you dance, it's your walk, it's your stance, you make all this look easy
You break me down to my knees, turn my pawn to a queen, turn my pawn to a queen, yeah
I'm a real king
Turn my pawn to a queen
You bring me down to my knees
Turn my pawn to a queen
[Outro]
Cutthroat Barbie, you
Written by: Ali Bamshad, Armon Alagband, Bill K. Kapri, Derek Garcia, Eric Anthony Steiner, Jackson Paul LoMastro, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Niles Terrell Groce, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Steven B. Ayala