Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson March
Songwriter
Cameron March
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KRAZYMOB
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They call me Wham and they know who I am, yeah
[Verse 2]
She got that WAP, and the way that she use that saliva with top
It should come with a mop
I need to stop
Been out here rocking the game with these features
It's over for **** as soon as I drop
She looking for love but my heart somewhere in a box
She trippin', I changed the locks
Never tell nobody you seen me by myself out and about
It was me and the Glock
[Verse 3]
Sun up to sundown, ain't nothing else to do but get money
So fuck it, I'm working the block
AP a cool quarter million, I'm sorry
This watch did not come from me punching no clock
Build up some plays, got my number in motion
And got me a spot and start working my flock
Why you keep texting me WYD and WYA?
You giving off cop
[Verse 4]
I told lil' bro if he can't get a knife
Get a lock and a sock and just work what you got
I know for sure if she wink she a go
I ain't cuffin' these hoes, I be swappin' 'em out
We really spin shit, I really did shit
I can't talk about 'cause I'm not for the clout
They puttin' trackers on cars, watch ya Insta
As soon as you dip, they gon' break in ya house
Put unc' and a chopper in mines if they ever come in here
You better not let none of 'em get out
I be performin' whenever I'm in it
As soon as I nut I should take me a bow
I den had this one and this one and this one and that one like fuck it
Let's fuck up the town
She super pretty and handle her business
Like fuck all these bitches, I'm buckling down
She super friendly and like her a **** who spend it
I'm tellin' you, don't bring her around
She post a picture without my permission
Got me in some shit, man, these women is wild
She fucking **** but think I don't know
That shit really a joke, man, lil' mama's a clown
I know some hittas who dead to the wrong
But they still came home and took it to trial
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (Never)
I get sturdy when I'm in it (Bow)
Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings (Ouch)
If I want it, I'ma get it (Now)
Shooters in here, all the windows (Down)
Oh, you tryna get a bag? (How?)
Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
[Verse 6]
Ay, here I go, I ain't walked in a minute
Fully in charge, I'm the boss of the business
When it's a problem ain't calling nobody
The hittas is already with me
I come from the heart of the city
The streets, I was all the way in 'em
I just dropped a banger with Nicki
My TRX taller, I lifted it
Soon as they harvest, they ship it
I just pray to God to forgive me
I been out here killin' it
It was starting to go left then I shifted it
You can come work for me, I got benefits
You can't do what I do, I invented it
357 with a switch and extended clip
And another clip, that's for backup
Stand out the way, I been running my sack up
I wish one of you pussy lil '**** would act up, I bet we OD on 'em
[Verse 7]
Bulletproof Cadillac
That's two hunnid racks, I told Lil Ced to go buy three of 'em
He thinking that he straight 'cause I let 'em skate
I hope a **** know that we on him
Hate it had to come to that, but ain't no coming back
It is what it is
Big the quarterback and I'm the running back
I get the team up the field
[Verse 8]
Look at my chain, it got bigger
Change up the face, you look bitter
I hold it down for the real ones, I'm tryna pocket a billion
Get out of line, you gon' feel me
When I get high, that's the real me
I know my opps wanna kill me
Ain't going nowhere, I'll be here
Post your location, we'll be there
Get out of place and get beat up
[Verse 9]
Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (Never)
I get sturdy when I'm in it (Bow)
Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings (Ouch)
If I want it, I'ma get it (Now)
Shooters in here, all the windows (Down)
Oh, you tryna get a bag? (How?)
Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
Written by: Bryson March, Cameron March, Dominique' Jones, Dwan Avery