Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TiaCorine
Vocals
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tia Thompson-Shults
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TiaCorine
Recording Engineer
Oronday
Producer
Kendall Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
If I had a dick it would be soft
'Cause you talking too much, now I'm peed off
I'ma fuck you real good, take my weave off
I'ma wood if I could, I'm a tree top
[Verse 1]
You a good looking bird, you a peacock
And my music be keeping the streets hot
We gon' have us some babies out wedlock
'Cause that coochie make that **** legs lock
And one punch to your head give her top knot
She gon' ride by my crib with the car locked
Man, it's going down, bitch playing Yung Joc
He ain't playing, it's out, ****, pop pop
I mean, how you can't fuck with your socks off?
Need it perfect, it's not take a band off
I thought we was going fight but you ran off
Now you making me dry, turn the fan off
You ain't tired, your dick need a pep talk
And I know that this song make your head bop
I'm a Gemini, ****, I flip flop
If we beefing I'm still riding drop top
And it's only for you got a soft spot
You was jugging and trapping off hotspot
[Chorus]
If I had a dick it would be soft
'Cause you talking too much, now I'm peed off
I'ma fuck you real good, take my weave off
I'ma wood if I could, I'm a tree top
[Chorus]
If I had a dick it would be soft
'Cause you talking too much, now I'm peed off
I'ma fuck you real good, take my weave off
I'ma wood if I could, I'm a tree top
[Verse 2]
**** talking too much, got me pissed off
Bitch, I'm high off the gas, 'bout to lift off
Bitch, my pockets getting fatter than Rick Ross
Getting money and I'm stacking that shit tall
If a **** out here playing around with the guys
Bro done make 'em hit the criss cross
Every day I hit the booth and snap on the mic
****, that's what I'm getting rich off
****, I got racks, racks, racks
****, I got racks, racks, racks
Man, these **** ain't getting no bag, bag, bag
All my bitches, they be bad, bad, bad
On gang, ****, yeah
My bitch so bad, and all of her friends
Shit don't make no sense
Had to cut that bitch off, she always on games
Man, she must think I'm playing
Lil' boy, step your game up
Your bitch in a Honda, my bitch in a Beamer
Man, my ****, he get rowdy just like Ronda
He'll knock out your mans
Written by: Oronday Simon, Tia Thompson-Shults, Tyler Meeks