Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bandingo YGNE
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Daiquan Brannon
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Hello, my baby, hello, my honey, hello, my ragtime gal)
Hey, whoa, yeah, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
(Send me a kiss by wire, baby, my heart's on fire)
Hey, hey, you finna die, baby
[Verse 2]
**** run up, then I swear he gon' get it
Fuck the police, I ain't takin' no ticket
Who gave you scary ass **** some bread?
Lookin' at y'all like a chicken and biscuit
Don't play with me, 'cause I swear I get wicked
Beast of the west, get shit jumpin' like crickets
So many hoes, don't you ask, can I dig it?
She ask how long do I last, girl, no limit
Unless the head too good, then I might bust in a minute
30 on me, put a hole in yo' fitted
How you a boss, but don't handle your business?
**** movin' weird, they got crab legs
Really smart girl, but she gave bad head
[Verse 3]
Please don't end up on the 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 that in the blueprint
Goddamn, I ain't really feelin' you
And I don't really wanna deal with you
Young grimey **** entertainment
Swear to God, we a different crew
You better keep this shit lyrical, 'cause if I gotta get physical
You gon' end up in the respirator in condition that's quite critical
[Verse 4]
I gotta run all these Benji's up
YGNE **** gon' pull up in a Bentley truck
I make a mess, paramedics come pick it up
Surrender all of your shit ****, give it up
Shoot at your ****, aim at they chest
Just like your wife, they get titty fucked
Shoot at your ****, aim at they chest
Just like your wife, they get titty fucked
Ain't none of my **** gettin' frightened
Swear to God, all my **** vikings
This shit bite ya ear, Mike Tyson
Turn ya lifeline into a hyphen, then I'm gone when I hear sirens
And I heard that bitch straight triflin', she gon' suck me up, I ain't wifin'
I don't think I even wanna dive in
[Verse 5]
You shootin' shots at me, so many bricks you could make a tower
Yo' mixtape really stank, every song need to take a shower
If I take you shoppin', don't take an hour
'Cause that mean I gotta wait an hour
Baby girl, keep actin' childish
I might have to smack her with some baby powder
[Verse 6]
You shootin' shots at me, so many bricks you could make a tower
Your mixtape really stank, every song need to take a shower
If I take you shoppin', don't take an hour
'Cause that mean I gotta wait an hour
Baby girl, keep actin' childish
I might have to smack her with some baby powder
Written by: Robert Daiquan Brannon