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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
Corey Kerr
Corey Kerr
Songwriter
Bryce Frizell
Bryce Frizell
Songwriter
Travis Barker
Travis Barker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ClayCo
ClayCo
Producer
Bryceunkwn
Bryceunkwn
Producer
y2tnb
y2tnb
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Oh, yeah
Big bloods, huh (Yeah), bickin' back and bein' bool, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch, she pretty bad and she came with attitude, huh (Yeah)
Paris, France, I'ma take her straight to the Louvre, uh (Yeah)
All this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up (Yeah)
I bought her brand new bags, yeah, a different color, different mood (Uh-huh)
Bought her a brand new ass, yeah, I'm tryna see it shake and move (Uh-huh)
I spent a **** rent, huh, on a pair of tennis shoes (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Mama say I'm ignorant, huh 'cause get money all I do (Uh-uh)
I've been poppin' shit, huh, yeah, that's really all I do (Uh-huh)
I ain't playin' with ya, try this shit, I walk in with the Uzi (Oh, no)
I ain't playin' with ya, I'ma blow this bitch you make another move (Yeah)
I got different types of hoes, different races, they all cool (Yeah)
They tryna come fuck with the top floor boss and make a porno' movie (Yeah)
My diamonds wet, wet, wet, just like a jacuzzi (Wet)
And she wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, pussy droolin' (Wet)
[Chorus]
Oh, yeah
Big bloods, huh (Yeah), bickin' back and bein' bool, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch, she pretty bad and she came with attitude, huh (Yeah)
Paris, France, I'ma take her straight to the Louvre, uh (Yeah)
All this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up (Yeah)
I bought her brand new bags, yeah, a different color, different mood (Uh-huh)
Bought her a brand new ass, yeah, I'm tryna see it shake and move (Uh-huh)
I spent a **** rent, huh, on a pair of tennis shoes (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I ain't really understand what they say, these **** can't talk, they don't do what I do (On God)
Huh, I gotta watch what I tell these hoes, 'cause they all tryna stalk my moves (On God)
Look like I stepped in shit, and she tryna wipe it right off my shoes (Yeah)
I put Demna all on my feet, yeah, my hat made by him too
Uh-uh, she like, "What's in the bag?" Cool hundred thousand, yeah, straight cash
Yeah, we in the Lamb' truck truckin', and we ain't tryna race no Jag' (Yeah)
Uh, yeah, if I'm in the big black truck then I'm rollin' up 'thrax in the back (Yeah)
Uh, If I'm gon' hit that slut then I'm breakin' her in, breakin' her back (Uh)
Uh, if I'm gon' do that show, need a big backend and the racks (Uh)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss, real snake, hell nah, I can't fuck with no rats (Uh)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss, real bat, hell nah, I can't fuck with no rats (Uh)
If I fuck that ho and send her off, I bet that she come back (Yeah)
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie, Bobby Sandimanie III, Bryce Frizell, Corey Kerr, Travis Barker
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