Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boss Vette
Big Boss Vette
Vocals
HitmanAudio
HitmanAudio
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diamond Smith
Diamond Smith
Songwriter
Gregory Sanders Jr.
Gregory Sanders Jr.
Songwriter
Akeem Thomas
Akeem Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HitmanAudio
HitmanAudio
Producer
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Mixing Engineer
Tanner Ott
Tanner Ott
Recording Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

But any **** that's out here
Doing my business wrong
You run into a bitch like me
I'm going to be hard motherfucking
Get back, bitch, call me Cuomo, ho, y'all
Bitches claim they pressure
But who bringin' all the smoke?
Let a **** double back
He gon' take you as a joke
And I'm all out of favor
So that free shit is a no
Don't be claimin' that you know me
If you used to be my hoe
He say I don't fall in love, told that ****
It's a bet, had to show him how to hoe
Make him feel it in his chest
Now I got him losin' weight, yeah
This **** in distress
Now he feelin' insecure
Treat that **** like the rest
I got **** on my line tryin'
To eat it like a snack
And they homeboy's beggin'
Me to eat it from the back
I don't show a **** feeling's
Cause that shit ain't in my nature
I ain't slippin', boy, you trippin', hoe
I got too many flavor's
It's the biggest, you the biggest
Yeah, the biggest what I said
I got blanket's, I got pillow's
Fun to put this shit to bed
Let a **** think I cut, boy
You must've read it wrong
That he don't recall me pimpin'
Well, I must've read it wrong, let it
Cause these **** think they playin'
Till they meet a bitch like me
Have you cryin' for your mama
Don't be thinkin' this shit sweet
Just know I'ma play hard
If I ever catch you cheatin'
If I ever show my roster
I'll have that **** reason
Bitches claim they pressure
But who bringin' all the smoke
Let a **** double back
He gon' take you as a joke
And I'm all out of favor
So that free shit is a no
Don't be claimin' that you know me
If you used to be my hoe
He say I don't fall in love
Told that **** it's a bet
Had to show him how to hoe
Make him feel it in his chest
Now I got him losin' weight, yeah
This **** in distress
Now he feelin' insecure
Treat that **** like the rest
When a **** fall in love
I be lovin' it for real
I drink Tony out the bottle before
I go for the kill
I be sexy on a bad day
All these **** jockin', and these hoes think
We playin' jingle
All these bitches blockin'
No, I'm big bet, bitch, I'm in the cut
It's the boss, if a **** had me, and he don't no more
That's a loss
I'm the baddest they done seen
All these bitches know I'm fine
I'ma spread it out
Show that **** feelin' psyched
Bitch, you know I'm lyin'
Show that **** how the game go
I ain't no lame hoe
I don't dance around the subject, ****
I don't tango
From my bitches playin' ****
We gon' tell them
I got you today and had your best friend
Bitches claim they pressure
But who bringin' all the smoke?
Let a **** double back
He gon' take you as a joke
And I'm all out of favor
So that free shit is a no
Don't be claimin' that you know me
If you used to be my hoe
He say I don't fall in love
Told that **** it's a bet
Had to show him how to hoe
Make him feel it in his chest
Now I got him losin' weight
Yeah this **** in distress
Now he feelin' insecure
Treat that **** like the rest
I got hit man on the-
Written by: Akeem Thomas, Diamond Smith, Gregory Sanders Jr.
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