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