Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Jonah Abraham
Songwriter
Richard Ortiz
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F1lthy
Producer
Jonah
Producer
Frank Holland
Assistant Recording Engineer
Spencer Dennis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Recording Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
BAINZ
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jonah Abraham
Producer
Luca Zadra
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Wake up, F1LTHY
Turn it up
Yeah, turn it up
Too much
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Hellcat Kenny, yeah, I'ma fuck your bitch
Demon child, I can get your mama rich
Got no problem gettin' in yo' sister's kid
Got no problem gettin' all yo' children lit (On God, yeah)
Hellcat Kenny, this a fuckin' jet
I been in the trenches givin' everythin' back (Everythin' back)
You can ask my homies and my goddamn hoes
All this motherfuckin' money off my shows (What?)
Off of the road (Road)
Put these boys on spoke (Hey)
For fifty, he gone broke
Hellcat the folks, suck me out my clothes
Shawty came with force (What?)
Fuck lil' homie claimin'? Keep that on the porch, damn
[Verse 2]
I just spent half a million dollars on the Superbowl (No lie)
I just bought a ring, cost a Superbowl (Goddamn)
I just bought some lean worth a Superbowl (Goddamn)
I just felt her cream, ain't no SuperSoak'
I'm a big player, you got foreign spell
I came in your bed, I drink only red (Red)
Yeah, killer head, she killin' shit
Fuck her man, I'm just tellin' you what the broad said (Bawk)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm whippin' the Benz, no cam' on that bitch and that's all that he said
That's all that he said
I'm fuckin' that bitch in the lair, I didn't even know she was player (Damn)
Oh, that's your shrimp? He dressin' in Armani, huh
Oh, that's your bitch? I didn't just wanna hit
Didn't even wanna hit her
I'm jumpin' the fence, I came with the, "Aye-aye-aye"
Ain't nothin' wrong with a man or a zombie, he never gon' play
On God, yeah
Yeah, cum in the crack and she was bad
And she was snatched, never gon' cap
Fuck a dispatch
Fuck a dispatch
[Verse 4]
Pull up a map, think you better than me, then you smoke crack
Then you smoke crack
I got the racks, if I go broke then she never come back
None of these ****, they spittin' the facts
Fuckin' that bitch, do it right from the back
Most of my ****, they loyal, huh
I ain't even gotta look, turnin' my back
Some of these **** out here, they be rats
I walk around with three million in my bag
I put the birds in the back of a Track'
Cat on my car, but this shit not a Jag'
My bitch is a freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 5]
She beggin' me just to come piss in her crack
I looked at her crazy, I never did that (Huh?)
This my first time doin' that and I did it
We pray to the bank because money religion
We don't hold no grudges 'cause business is business, bitch (Huh?)
[Outro]
We pray to the bank because money religion
We don't hold no grudges, business is business
Like, we don't hold no grudges, business is business)
Bitch
Written by: Jeffery Williams, Jonah Alessandro Abraham, Richard Ortiz, Symere Woods