Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
S.L.
Vocals
Two Inch Punch
Programming
Noah Breakfast
Programming
Heaven In Stereo
Programming
Facer
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Beresin
Songwriter
Ben Ash
Songwriter
Harlee Milne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Two Inch Punch
Producer
Noah Breakfast
Producer
Heaven In Stereo
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David "D.C." Castro
Mastering Engineer
Facer
Producer
Tyrell 169
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
****, don't look at that back
Now she got a hundred (Hundred)
****, don't look at that back
Now she got a hundred thoughts
[Chorus]
Boy, look at that back
****, don't look at that back
****, that bum's a fraud
She sipping on 'yac
Now she wan' talk bare trash
Like, stop all the drunken talk
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts, ayy
[Verse 1]
Walk, ****, my block ain't a cut tru'
**** cut tru', get got
He's talking a lot
You don't want the suttin' to cut you 'cause if I cut you that's long
Watch where you walk
****, my block ain't a cut tru'
**** cut tru', get got
He's talking a lot
You don't want the suttin' to cut you 'cause if I cut you that's long
Sitting in my room
Two bad ones came tru'
****, that's a one v. two
The mandem rude
Wan' be me, ten goons
That's everyone v. you
[Chorus]
Boy, look at that back
****, don't look at that back
****, that bum's a fraud
She sipping on 'yac
Now she wan' talk bare trash
Like, stop all the drunken talk
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts, ayy
[Verse 2]
I'd be lying if I said I that I loved these streets
I'll be in the gaff just baking
Tell my bros come bring some flavours
Now we doing up Come Dine with Me
I can never bring the gang to a show
Imagine if I brought them on tour
Like, B, ain't you heard before?
I smoke herb, I'm a herbivore
Like a minute ago, she was dressed up
Blinked, now she in her drawers
[Chorus]
Boy, look at that back
****, don't look at that back
****, that bum's a fraud
She sipping on 'yac
Now she wan' talk bare trash
Like, stop all the drunken talk
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts, ayy
Back, ****, don't look at that back
****, that bum's a fraud
She sipping on 'yac
Now she wan' talk bare trash
Like, stop all the drunken talk
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts
Stupid yats
So I just fling her the amm'
Now she got a hundred thoughts, ayy
Written by: B. Ash, H. Milne, Noah Beresin