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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnathan Traylor
Songwriter
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JONNY
Producer
Tavis Moore
Recording Engineer
Xavier "Eks" Haynes
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ghost
Tell her what the fuck you mean
Oh, what the fuck you mean?
[Verse 2]
Say Big Yay, and I'm the largest, hoe, what the fuck you mean? (Large)
Brand new Amiri, just got them today and I'm tryna stuff these jeans (Stuff)
Junkies knocking at my front door, I'm like, "What the fuck you need?" (What the fuck?)
But they bring me a whole lot of money, so I gotta stop being mean (Just chill, Yay)
[Verse 3]
Aye, fuck that, gotta stop being nice
If I say it once, I don't need to say it twice (Bitch)
You better get this shit right and you better not put up no fuss, no fight (Hoe)
Sorry, Mom, but I can't be respectful, so don't call my phone tryna give me no lecture (Don't)
Stuffing these pants, ain't gon' lie, that shit stressful
Big boss, if she need some I'ma help her, if she need some I'ma send it to her (Send that)
[Verse 4]
Baby, yo ****, I ain't gotta do it (No, ma'am)
She know I'm the shit like cow manure
Look her in her eye, she like how I'm talking to her
And if I don't do nuttin' I'ma go get money
Bitch, I got good sense, you ain't got no dummy
I'm tryna buy me a body
But they tryna tuck, no slamming
Reach on the back of the Glock, can't duck, no hummy
[Verse 5]
Bitch we ain't fucking, you asking for money, and I'm like, "What the fuck you mean?"
Ain't spinning no block, but you need a Glock, I'm like, "What the fuck you mean?" (There's no sales)
You ain't gave me no top, or gave me no twat, don't say what the fuck you need (Don't)
She like, "Damn Yay, you too real, gotta stop being mean"
[Verse 6]
(Fuck that)
Fuck, they gotta stop being fake
Been through more shit than Lamar so I pour me a 8th
Lil bitch I go and get fly and I don't need a cape (Don't need it)
I got racks, no you can't can't relate at all
There's so much ice on my chest I can skate
My pockets look like a book, I got pape (Paper)
Remember Monclear was broke, had to tape
They call it a trap 'cause you can't escape
[Verse 7]
Aye, fill 'em up, like rivers, throw it in the lake
Bitch, I'll still serve you a 8th (Okay, big boss)
Spin the op blocks in the wraith (Get on)
We'll leave your ass on your face (Fentanyl)
We'll pop your ass like a pill (Fear of god)
I'm really having that drip (Craig daddy)
I got that shit on for real (I said Craig daddy)
I really fell in the field
Say, "Hit that za make yo ass shed tears"
Baby can't come to my crib (Sorry)
Baby can't know where I live
Big Yay a coach, I send **** on drills
Riding in a Tesla I feel like a eel, tell (Electric)
My **** real, on kill (Okay)
Fuck that, I'm tryna get to the ill pockets on Big, like I hang with Lil Kim (Okay)
One more thang
[Verse 8]
Bitch we ain't fucking, you asking for money, and I'm like, "What the fuck you mean?" (Fuck are you sayin'?)
Ain't spinning no block, but you need a Glock, I'm like, "What the fuck you mean?" (Man, you better be playin')
You ain't gave me no top, or gave me no twat, don't say what the fuck you need (Bitch)
She like, "Damn Yay, you too real, gotta stop being mean" (I'm sorry)
[Verse 9]
Say Big Yay, and I'm the largest, hoe, what the fuck you mean? (Ghost)
Brand new Amiri, just got them today and I'm tryna stuff these jeans (Stuff)
Junkies knocking at my front door, I'm like, "What the fuck you need?" (What the fuck?)
But they bring me a whole lot of money, so I gotta stop being mean
Written by: Johnathan Traylor, Yaven Mauldin