Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teezo Touchdown
Additional Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Additional Vocals
Nyan Lieberthal
Keyboards
Alexander Lustig
Keyboards
BNYX®
Other Instrument
Chief Keef
Sampled Artist
Drake
Vocals
Jahaan Sweet
Other Instrument
nyan
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Nyan Lieberthal
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Aaron Lashane Thomas
Songwriter
Alexander Lustig
Songwriter
Tavares Taylor
Songwriter
Tyree Pittman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jahaan Sweet
Additional Producer
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
OUPSiNG
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Alexander Lustig
Producer
BNYX®
Additional Producer
nyan
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, damn
Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn
Damn, that's how you're, that's how you're
Aye, look, look
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck is that? It's a disguise
You ain't who I thought I recognized
Twenty thousand pound on your rent
Bitch, I coulda spent that on the guys
[PreChorus]
I don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the tone of your replies (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the look that's in your eyes (Shit I don't like)
Blame this shit on bein' twenty-five
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
'Cause I keep sayin', "Meet at 7-9"
But that shit just gon' have you on my mind
Yeah
[Chorus]
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
Aye, yeah, damn
Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn
Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I'm 7-9-6-9, 7-9-6-9, 7-9-6
7-9-6-9, 7-9-6-9
[Verse 2]
Aye
Since I had some space to myself
I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt
That talk we had the other day didn't help
Because you really think you out here movin' stealth
I met the **** everybody say you fucked
And I could tell he wasn't actin' like hisself
Got you out here movin' waste like a belt
If it ain't him, then it must be somebody else, damn
[PreChorus]
I don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like you tellin' just one side (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the fact you never cry (Shit I don't like)
Blame that shit on bein' twenty-five
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
'Cause I keep sayin', "Meet at 7-9"
That shit just gon' have you on my-
[Bridge]
Baby
Dogs will be dogs (You know I'm in the streets)
Though we may roam (But I promise)
Leave the door open
Tonight, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Dogs will be dogs (I know you feel me, baby)
No leash in sight
Leave the door open
I'm comin' home tonight (I mean the dogs)
Ah-ooh, ah-woo
Ah-ooh, ah-woo (I mean the dogs)
Ah-ooh (Yeah)
[Outro]
That's that new Teezo Touchdown, straight
For all the dogs that's drivin' around in Beaumont lookin' for some cat
All you pitbulls should know by now that hundreds in a row look like tuna in a bowl (Tuna)
This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-Off
And you're listenin' to BARK Radio, live from Chapel Hill
Where the South was won, whatever that means
We got some new Drake and SZA comin' up
And we gon' be givin' away some Drake tickets as well
You know he comin' to the H-Town to tear the roof off that motherfucker
This is BARK Radio
Written by: A. Lustig, A. Thomas, Aubrey Drake Graham, Benjamin Saint Fort, J Sweet, Keith Cozart, Nyan Lieberthal, T. Lament Taylor, Tavares Taylor, Tyree Lamar Pittman