Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian J. Wolf
Songwriter
Craig Michael Scheuring
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Angelo Callari
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
CraigShur
Producer
Brian J. Wolf
Producer
Callari
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(NeilaWorld)
Uh, look, look, look, huh, huh
Sick of bitch **** from the city with that rappin'
Huh, they know I make it happen, I ain't rappin'
Uh, uh, I'm on dope pack, bitch, and I'm actin'
Yeah, he'll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him
Pop your top with that, it's up and stashed, it can't sow back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through swervin' with that black Beretta
Rolling Loud, one million dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella?
I want that shit that make you flash 'cause it smoke better
Racks on a ****, hoe
Racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil' **** broke
I put his ass on top the stretcher
I'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch
Talk 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
Man, I hate a pussy ****
Huh, I once had to shoot a pussy ****
Huh, pussy boy, I see you lookin', ****
I had them young **** in your yard waitin' in your bushes, ****
Youngin pop out wavin' with the rod and he tryna cook a ****
I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these dirty jiggas
Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder ****
I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he red, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you
I'm a big truck, what?
Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up
We don't give no fucks, **** play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"
I really be doin' them things that them **** 'personatin'
Them pussy ****, they ain't 'bout nothin' and they some soldier hatin'
I'll rob you, bitch, I'll shoot you, bitch
I'll jack you out your paper
Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I'm tryna face 'em
I don't trust no bitch, no
I know that that hoe gon' fuck on anybody lit around
Know I'm with that shit, come from that trench, pullin' kick doors
They won't let me ball, they wanna see a **** fall down
Want me to help 'em out or slit my throat because they been broke
Man, I hate a pussy ****
Huh, I once had to shoot a pussy ****
Huh, pussy boy, I see you lookin', ****
I had them young **** in your yard waitin' in your bushes, ****
Youngin pop out wavin' with the rod and he tryna cook a ****
I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these dirty jiggas
Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder ****
I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he red, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you
I'm a big truck, what?
Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up
We don't give no fucks, **** play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"
Written by: Angelo Callari, Brian J. Wolf, Craig Michael Scheuring, Jason "Cheese" Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden