Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard Hubbard
Bernard Hubbard
Songwriter
Adam lazri
Adam lazri
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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b.loadin
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I got Erv in this bitch, real ninth ward shit
Vulture Island
If you know, you know
[Verse 1]
Yeah, you want test somebody's business?
Tell 'em how you let me fuck
I don't wanna hear 'bout none of your business
Ain't no Glock involved
My mind so fucked up, I seen murders chillin' in the park
Talk on the net, I'll make my vulture go and flat his heart
Real steppa, he got six hoes, he a creature
Project everyday, he don't give no fucks, he tryna leave some
**** know what happened 'bout 4-9 when he bleed
Fuck cuffin' a hoe, my bro put **** on the tee
[Verse 2]
Killin' all the rats, I'm robbin' all the robbers
I'm a real trap star from Vulture Island
Alright, don't move wrong in this bitch, I'm finna shot somethin'
Alright, the way he swing his dreads you think he Rasta
Alright, the Trackhawk start sound like it fire
Alright, I'm cheating with my main hoe, right on side me
[Chorus]
Alright, yeah-yeah, lotta money, lotta cars, lotta drugs
Yeah-yeah, **** talkin', take his head clean off
Yeah-yeah, molly, molly, yeah-yeah molly water
Yeah-yeah, drug sex, yeah-yeah, fuck me harder
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
[Verse 3]
Yeah, shake that ass bitch, bleed how I bleed
I'm used to puttin' bitches on they knees, ****
She tryna throw a sign, then throw a V (Alright)
You tryna fuck a boss? Then fuck with me (Bitch)
Alright, I'm getting to that cheddar, to that cheese, ****
Did a ten piece in the feds like he a chicken
Cover my face after we fuck, I don't wanna kiss her
And tell the truth, I'm just a product of the trenches
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I spent a thousand on these sweats
I don't even wanna take them off
I spent a thousand on this pussy, I think I'm gon' fuck her raw
This Burberry hoodie cost me a bag (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I put her feelings in my lap, ****
Yeah, I'm comin' straight from out this trap, ****
Yeah, a piece cost twenty-eight
He played, this pussy lame
I'm used to, I'm used to
I'm so, tryna dodge a case
[Bridge]
Make that ass clap
Make that ass clap
Make that ass clap
Make that ass clap
[Verse 5]
It's the remix
I might trip out on my finsta, you can't follow me
This hoe a G.O.A.T, her **** don't know she really for the streets
Ain't too much rappin', ain't no postin', that's my type of beef
You already tried this shit, and died with it, that's fine with me, alright
Lost it all before and went and got it back, alright
I got a record deal, but I'm still gettin' active, alright
Them young **** do drill inside a stolen Trackhawk, alright
If you ain't got no cash, it's your fault
[Verse 6]
Real god, she get on her knees, I answer all her prayers
He a fraud, I can go back to the block if all else fails
Real sharp, big homie been taught me how to be a player
New house got an elevator, come from gamblin' on the stairs
Pack in, they done send so much money for Wham, this shit on backorder
Really on some hunnid Ms a year, shit, I just act normal
Really wanna show 'em how I feel, but I just let it be
Young bitch keep a pole, but she don't strip, she with the fuckery
A lot of **** know to keep it cordial 'cause they can't fuck with me
Youngins on the bottom of the gutter, I keep a buck on me
[Chorus]
Yeah-yeah, she want me to fuck her with no rubber on
Yeah-yeah, I'ma pay whatever to get my brother home
Yeah-yeah, we got all these guns, it ain't no one of one
Yeah-yeah, we gon' come out here but **** don't wanna come
[Outro]
Make that ass clap
Make that ass clap
Make that ass clap
Make that ass clap
Written by: Adam lazri, Bernard Hubbard, Dominique' Jones, Malcolm Bernard Hubbard Sr, Robert Thomas, Thomas Robert Kelly
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