Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Carl Mitchell
Songwriter
Darnell Smith
Songwriter
Dennis Round
Songwriter
Samuel Lindley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
30 Roc
Producer
8 Major
Producer
The Legendary Traxster
Producer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Assistant Engineer
Jean Paul Quintero
Assistant Engineer
Sloan
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
12:09
30, you a motherfuckin' fool, ****
[Chorus]
Hm, yeah, I'm tryna find out (Yeah, find out)
Get up in these insides, don't worry 'bout my ring size (Ah, ah)
Laid out on his king-size, like, "How the fuck we get here?" (How the fuck we get here?)
How I go from ghosting you to makin' that dick disappear? (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm tryna fuck around and find out, let me know what's up (Yeah, let me know what's up)
Keep givin' me them eyes, boy, I'm tryna fuck (Yeah, boy, I'm tryna fuck)
Your bitch tryna catch a fade 'cause I caught a nut (Ba-ba-baow)
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Uh, it ain't personal (Huh, nope)
I can't let him get no ammo in his arsenal (Nope)
Ain't no pictures in his mirror, ain't no lashes on his sink
If a bitch come over here, she ain't gon' never know 'bout me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh)
Cut the neck off, Wizard Kelly wit' it (Hm, yeah)
I got a mansion, but fuck it, we in a telly wit' it (Baow)
He eatin' vegan pussy, he eatin' healthy wit' it (Ah, mwah)
Make the pussy smile, told him, "Take a selfie with it" (Yeah, yeah, ah)
[Chorus]
Hm, yeah, I'm tryna find out (Yeah, find out)
Get up in these insides, don't worry 'bout my ring size (Ah, ah)
Laid out on his king-size, like, "How the fuck we get here?" (How the fuck we get here?)
How I go from ghosting you to makin' that dick disappear? (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm tryna fuck around and find out, let me know what's up (Yeah, let me know what's up)
Keep givin' me them eyes, boy, I'm tryna fuck (Yeah, boy, I'm tryna fuck)
Your bitch tryna catch a fade 'cause I caught a nut (Ba-ba-baow)
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh (Aye, look)
[Verse 2]
Y'all hoes do the most and get less, bet the same **** you bug is my pest
Before I get played, I play with myself, cross me, I don't care, I'm still blessed
Why you stalk a bitch you don't miss? 222, he tryna give tip
Yeah, he might be ringing your line, but I'm still the one he misses
We gon' fuck around and have to run it back, you lookin' good, I need some of that (Yeah)
Like he got a collar on, I'ma always know where my dog at (Hey)
Give me backshots in the kitchen, we both cummin' while we kissin' (Mwah)
He say, "Damn, this shit hittin', I see why these **** trippin'" (Whoa, whoa, ah)
[Chorus]
Hm, yeah, I'm tryna find out (Yeah, find out)
Get up in these insides, don't worry 'bout my ring size (Ah, ah)
Laid out on his king-size, like, "How the fuck we get here?" (How the fuck we get here?)
How I go from ghosting you to makin' that dick disappear? (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm tryna fuck around and find out, let me know what's up (Yeah, let me know what's up)
Keep givin' me them eyes, boy, I'm tryna fuck (Yeah, boy, I'm tryna fuck)
Your bitch tryna catch a fade 'cause I caught a nut (Ba-ba-baow)
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
[Outro]
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
I'm tryna fuck around and find out, let me know what's up (Ah)
12:09
30, you a motherfuckin' fool, ****
Written by: C. Mitchell, Carl Terrell Mitchell, D. Round, D. Smith, Dennis Rounds, Gray Derrick Carrington, Megan Pete, SAMUEL C. LINDLEY, Samuel Gloade