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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bankrol Hayden
Vocals
Maxo Kream
Vocals
OhGeesy
Vocals
Blueface
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alejandro Coranza
Lyrics
Alex Goldblatt
Composer
Blaise Railey
Composer
Callan Wong
Composer
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Lyrics
Hayden Inacio
Lyrics
Tom Levesque
Composer
Johnathan Michael Porter
Lyrics
Jasper Harris
Composer
Diego Javier Avendano
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Goldblatt
Producer
Callan Wong
Producer
Roy Lenzo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Diego Ave
Producer
Tom Levesque
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right
Yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right (Ayy, look)
[Verse 1]
Now, I told that bitch bop, move, or I'ma shoot the chopper
I'm a loose screw when I get off the vodka
Told her clap back and bust it for the commas
Got a fat ass, she get it from her mama
Hold on, and she nasty and she swallow
Shawty wanna top me in this jet-black Tahoe
Before I hit the club, I'ma hit up Wells Fargo
She'll need a rich bitch, take it straight from Monte Carlo
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right
Yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right
[PostChorus]
Now, baby, touch your toes, now, baby, touch your toes
Touch your toes
Let me know, now, baby, let things go
Now, baby, touch your toes
[Verse 2]
Yeah, hands on your toes, hands on my pole
I don't want a lick 'cause I'm back movin' slove
Heard you got a **** and he don't even know
The way he get slutted out and sent to the stove
Ayy, go get a Backwood, bitch, I'm tryna smoke
Put her on my jeans 'cause I said I need throat
Go get the Fanta, finna pour a four
Bitch, run a lap, come back, run some more
Ayy, you run me my racks, pick it up off the floor
Flip me a pack, double up and get more
One Perc' 30 got a **** in the mode
Hit it just one time, then I pass to Bankrol
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right
Yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right
[PostChorus]
Now, baby, touch your toes, now, baby, touch your toes
Touch your toes
Let me know, now, baby, let things go
Now, baby, touch your toes
[Verse 3]
Touch your toes, send her back, pick and roll
I'm the flyest, the richest, the realest, the roughest, the toughest
Blueface, baby, yeah, aight, bitch, fuck it
I put Mickey D's on a bitch, McMuffin
Let the bitch leave, ain't wanna see how I'm comin', bop, slide
Turn me up, don't turn me down, now it's enough to go around (Mmm, uh)
It's not enough to go around
Oh yeah, aight
Fell back and put my bitch on
Told her ass to sit home
Your bitch flippin' like a flip phone
No, I ain't kiddin', bitch, I'll bang her
Girl, eat the dick like a syndrome
At the house, it's a Crip home
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right
Yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right (Maxo, Maxo, ayy, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
[Verse 4]
Face down, ass up, make them knees touch 'em elbows
Need a yellow thing with some brain like a scarecrow (A ho)
Like Beyonce, like Trina (Like Trina)
Rubbin' on my dick, but there's a dick up on my nina (Bang on)
I told the bitch to put the pussy on me, bust it open like a chopper (Hey)
We gon' fuck with handcuffs like we playin' cops and robbers (Yeah)
I'm just a motherfucker, I am not the baby father (What?)
A young bitch keep playin', I'ma go and fuck her mama (Maxo)
Bop, slide, drop it, do a split (Yeah)
You do it on the pole, but can you do it on the dick? (Uh-huh)
You fuckin' with the Locs (Ayy), baby, do it for a Crip
I ain't payin' for a pussy not to trick (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right
Yeah, I told that bitch bop, slide, bop, slide, bop, slide
I'm tryna see her go left, right, left, right, left, right
Written by: Alejandro Coranza, Alex Goldblatt, Avendano Diego Javier, Blaise Railey, Callan Wong, Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Hayden Inacio, Jasper Harris, Johnathan Michael Porter, Thomas Levesque