Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
GloRilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Anderson Jr
Songwriter
Jordan Alexander Turner
Songwriter
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Macaroni Toni
Producer
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Recording Engineer
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
AClef Vibes
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Glorilla (AClef vibes on the beat)
Woo, woo, uh
Like, unh, like unh (cheese, his name is cheese, okay)
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
We're in the industry, fucked up let these gangster bitches in
They say my 15 minutes up, I'm only 15 minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends and, if he did, he got to stand on that
Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
He want my number, had to hit him with the "Uh-uh," like uh
Shout out to Cali', I'm in Cali' I'm like, "Uh-uh" (Boom, baow, baow)
Coochie candy, when he eat it, he go dumb, dumb like
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh (mmh-mm)
Put some boots on I snatch a nigga with no ass (no ass)
He tellin' me he love me do them other bitches know that? (huh?)
He say he love me, told him he can tell his ho that
And, I really just be vibin'
I don't see why they be so mad (mad ass)
They say they the game, but, I don't know 'em then I blast his ass (he's lyin')
Hotel in Miami, get backshots on the balcony (baow, baow)
Black niggas like they bitches red like a lil' battery
Money making cutie I'm a gangster nigga fantasy (on God)
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
We're in the industry, fucked up
Let these gangster bitches in
They say my 15 minutes up
I'm only 15 minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin'
I'ma slide and spin again like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh
Been makin' money
I ain't tryna make no friends
And, if he did, he got to stand on that
Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
Ain't got no BBL, lil' bitch, you must be thick or somethin' (lyin' ass)
Pussy fat as hell they thinkin' this a dick or somethin' (this a chop')
He ask me, "Rhyme it," he must think I'm his bitch or somethin' (hold on)
Tryna put me on yo' friend he must be rich or somethin'
I ain't in these bitches beef, I'm in my motherfuckin' prime
Told 'em, "Leave me out the way, no parts and I'm not takin' sides"
I wonder how my ex doing' wonder, is they still alive?
Probably somewhere in my DMs, constantly motherfucker tryin'
The neighbor talk, she a bad bitch my ass get fuckin' quiet
A lot of hoes in toxic situations, they just keep it private (on God)
They don't want to see no gangster bitches win
We're in the industry, fucked up, let these gangster bitches in
They say my 15 minutes up I'm only 15 minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin' I'ma slide and spin again like, uh
Said I was done, well, dude, we back at it again
Said he can't get no ass no more I'm lookin' back at it again like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends and, if he did, he got to stand on that
Ain't makin' no amends (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (on gang)
Writer(s): Gloria Woods, Antonio Anderson, Jordan Turner
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