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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
Vocals
BlueFace
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Bailey Jr.
Songwriter
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Johnathan Michael Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Midas 800
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
NLE, top shotta
Baby Mexico shotta
Yeah, what we on Blueface?
How we comin'?
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit I'ma finish
**** be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho
[Verse 3]
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, ****? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous
These **** hatin', these **** plottin'
Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' **** stop it
In a shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a ho
You pull up, I let that bitch blow
And just like some tissue, we wipin' yo nose
I was on stage with the strap on my show
If you playin' my bro, put a tag on yo' toe
Run a **** up, send 'em straight to the doctor
Two bullets in his chest make a fuck **** holla
I'm a big dog, Great Dane, **** you a toddler
Bitch ****, you my son so that make me a father
[Verse 4]
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit I'ma finish
**** be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho (Huh?)
[Verse 5]
Blueface, baby
Yeah, yeah, aight
Bitch, I'm loc, MAC with the scope
I am big homie, one phone call they go
Pick the wrong side, Glock put him corpse side
Now he watchin' this shoot from the flo'
Ooh, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, let me switch the flow
Choppa got a choppa, make a wrong move, bet he pop ya'
Bitch call me daddy, bitch call me papa
That boy baloney, bitch, I be yeah
You now if I hit it, then it was on camera
Hopped off the bus then hopped in a Porsche
Four G's sittin' on a four piece with a biscuit
I play with fire, sometimes I burn bridges
Bet you ain't ever met a **** love swimmin'
Pull up like Tracy McGrady from the Pistons
Gotta keep a pistol for a fuck **** dissin'
Bet this choppa make him dance like a disco
[Verse 6]
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit I'ma finish
**** be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho (Huh?)
[Verse 7]
I might just OD, percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' **** hol' me
If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
Bitch
Written by: Bryson Potts, Donald Bailey Jr., Johnathan Michael Porter