Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bandingo YGNE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Brannon
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Brannon
Producer
Lyrics
Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honey
Hey, Whoa, Yuh
Hello, ma' ragtime gal
Hitemup, Hitemup, Hitemup
Lil Bih, Lil Bih
Send me a kiss by wire
Hey, Hey
Baby, my hearts on fire
You finna' die, baby
Nigga run up then I swear he gon' get it
Fuck the police I ain't taking no ticket
Who gave you scary ass niggas some bread
Lookin' at yall like a chicken and biscuit
Don't play with me, 'Cause I swear I get wicked
Beast of West, Get shit jumpin' crickets
So many hoes don't you ask can I diggit
She ask how long do I last girl no limit
Unless the head too good
Then I might bust in a minute (hm hm)
30 on me put a hole in yo fitted
How you a boss but don't handle yo business
Niggas moving weird they got crablegs
Really smart girl but she give bad head
Please don't end up onna news bitch
Get Bagged up like a new fit
Bad bitch sucked Two dicks
She ain't a hoe she just Too lit
Got two hoes and they both chirpin'
You can say I got two chicks
Wake up and get another bag
You can find dat inna blueprint
Godamn I ain't really feeling you
And I don't really wanna deal with you
YOUNG GRIMEY NIGGA ENTERTAINMENT
Swear to God we a different Crew
You better keep this shit lyrical
'Cause If I gotta get physical
You gon' end up respirator in condition thats quite critical
Hitemup, Hitemup, Hitemup
I gotta run all these Benjis up
YGNE Gone pull up inna Bentley Truck
I make a mess, Paramedics come pick it up
Surrender all of yo shit nigga Give it up
Shoot at yo niggas aim they chest
Just like wife they get titty fucked
Shoot at yo niggas aim they chest
Just like wife they get titty fucked
Ain't none my niggas gettin' frightened
Swear to God all my niggas vikings
This shit bite ya ear Mike Tyson
Turn ya lifeline to a hyphen
Then I'm gone when I hear sirens
And I heard that bitch straight trifling
She gon' suck me up I ain't wifing
I don't even think I wanna dive in
You shooting shots at me
So many bricks you could make a tower
Yo mixtape really stank
Every song needa take a shower
If I take you shoppin' don't take an hour
'Cause that mean that I gotta wait an hour
Babygirl keep acting childish
I might have to smack her with Baby Powder
You shooting shots at me
So many bricks you could make a tower
Yo mixtape really stank
Every song needa take a shower
If I take you shoppin don't take an hour
'Cause that mean that I gotta wait an hour
Babygirl keep acting childish
I might have to smack her with some Baby Powder
Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honey
Hello, ma' ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire
Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honey
Hello, ma' ragtime gal
Hitemup, Hitemup, Hitemup
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire
You finna' die, baby
Hello, hello hello-hello
Hello, hello hello-hello
Hello, hello hello-hello
Hello, hello hello-hello
Hello, hello hello-hello
Hello, hello hello-hello
Hello, hello hello-hello
Hello, hello hello-hello
Writer(s): Robert Daiquan Brannon, Trill Vice
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