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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Vocals
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony L. Mosley
Songwriter
Adam Clay Gamble
Songwriter
MIchael Ferrell
Songwriter
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean da Firzt
Producer
Kayo The Wizard
Producer
Fate F250
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Raheem “Heem” Miller
Recording Engineer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, hop out, red eye, smash a ****
Guaranteed its a **** in your clique hating on you
Right now sitting there laughing with you
Baby can't put that mouth on me like
Right now I ain't even have it here
2.5 worth of cars in my driveway
Right now I paid cash to get it
**** gotta robbed, he ain't have his pistol
Go harder, they hate it or they love it
I seen my dog switch for some money
He was out here acting like he love me
I never lied to the bros or my mama
I lied to your honor
Oh you too bougie for the gang, fuck that
I'll buy that pussy from you
And no it ain't tricking if you got it
Bitch
Fuck that, I need that for free
Fuck around had to brake on to me
Did my thing got awards B.e.t
That's my ho, yeah I know, she a freak
Way I go get that money, I turn up
When she watch me count money, she turn on
I got some J's and a gun on
She gon' do her thing when I come on
Oh, she think I love her
She trying to break a **** pockets
I'd do it if she doing what I tell her
After I fuck I'ma leave
I say P when they ask me what I'm pushing
I throw my chains on and I lie and tell her
I'ma come and see her later
And lie and tell her she my baby
Yeah
And what she gon' do? Believe it
And all my diamonds Fiji ****
I ain't saying, "White lives matter"
But I'm still popping out in my Yeezys
I'm the type to tell a hoe to turn on the tv
Every time the bitch say she be wantin' to see me
And to watch a **** die right there and he bleeding
Got a 40 on me now, **** playing, I'm squeezing
Yeah, I'm they type to put that shit on
Get money and put my bitch on, ****
I ain't fucking with no peons
If you ain't no boss don't tell me nothing
Put my trust in these dikes
Every time betting on that ten or four
I fuck a lot of hoes
But I ain't gon' tell no lies, I want Rubi Rose
Yeah, hop out, red eye, smash a ****
Guaranteed its a **** in your clique hating on you
Right now sitting there laughing with you
Baby can't put that mouth on me like
Right now I ain't even have it here
2.5 worth of cars in my driveway
Right now I paid cash to get it
**** gotta robbed, he ain't have his pistol
Go harder, they hate it or they love it
I seen my dog switch for some money
He was out here acting like he love me
I never lied to the bros or my mama
I lied to your honor
Oh you too bougie for the gang, fuck that
I'll buy that pussy from you
And no it ain't tricking if you got it
Bitch
No more baby daddy problems
I'm gon' change yo life around
You ain't gotta ask for no more money
You can go ask the 4 god
Yeah, I got it and you know I got it
I'll treat you good
Yeah, we ain't gotta talk about nothing
Real **** rare
Yeah
Hop out, red eye, smash a ****
Guaranteed its a **** in your clique hating on you
Right now sitting there laughing with you
Baby can't put that mouth on me like
Right now I ain't even have it here
2.5 worth of cars in my driveway
Right now I paid cash to get it
**** gotta robbed, he ain't have his pistol
I fuck a lot of hoes
But I ain't gonna tell no lie I want Rubi Rose
Fact I almost failed, had to lift him up
That's my dog, I threw a bone
Written by: Adam Clay Gamble, Anthony L. Mosley, Jonathan Kirk, MIchael Ferrell, Robert Thomas, Thomas Robert Kelly