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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Mailden
Songwriter
Ryan Sanderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Gunt
Producer
HennyTrack
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aye, pull up big body, ****, country boy, I pull up dooly
****, I be in the hood like white tees and Newport loosies
You find a 50, bitch, I'm pussy, shoutout Lil Boosie
Fuck that fame, I just might crash, still gon' have to sue me
No uncle, but I'm too geeked
'Bama boy, I'm FTC
Riding with a ARP
Dirty pamper, got that shit on me
Bitch, I can't do shit for free, especially when these bowls cheap
Baby girl, you with a baby boy, he beat on you like Jody
Same **** talk about me, same **** owe me
Somewhere being big on the 6, hollering, "Kobe"
**** better get his bitch, you tryna come around this motion
****, this ain't no Chick-Fil-A, pull up on Sunday, we still open
****, you still a lame with all that money, the fuck you thought?
****, your ass gon' die, you think about running inside my house
I just threw a choppa apart, no penetration up on my couch
Where I'm from, your ass gon' sell dope or go fuck with the scouts
You either post up or go D1
Bump a fiend or Phoenix Sun
That Glock 23 on me, dunk on you just like LeBron
Big Yay on his coach shit, I can't wait to make you run
Try me just like DeJ Loaf, step on your lil' ass for fun
Step, step on you in Louboutins, I'm 'bout my green like croutons
Lil' bruh ain't hard, that lil' boy softer than a futon
Them bitches hide, but all my face, I got coupons
They always say the shit I say, I got a few sons
[Chorus]
Man, all these bitches wanna get on me, I got that shit on me
1500 Salem jeans
Baby girl can't sit on me
I got that shit on me
I got that shit on me
She keep asking what that smell, I got that shit on me
Look, Craig daddy when he fell, I got that shit on me
Look, I gotta eyeball, ain't no scale, I got that shit on me
Rocking shows and catching sales, I got that shit on me
Just did a feature and sold the bale, I got that shit on me
[Verse 2]
Blicky make a 20 piece, damn, I'm blessed I came from shit
Don't think we Cubans like each other, man my diamonds throwing fits
I like all my plays proper, cards meet me at the Ritz
Bread in each and every pocket, Jiffy, bitch, I'm in the mix
Ain't no kids stop all them fucking tricks
Hop out diamonds, fruity loop
I'm having water like Bikini Bottom, still be reaching, I'ma blow a flute
Damn, I meant the clarinet
Big ****, I ain't like the vet
Come through in that hellcat, widebody make the lane scratch
[Chorus]
Man, all these bitches wanna get on me, I got that shit on me
1500 Salem jeans
Baby girl can't sit on me
I got that shit on me
I got that shit on me
She keep asking what that smell, I got that shit on me
Craig daddy when he fell, I got that shit on me
Look, I gotta eyeball, ain't no scale, I got that shit on me
Rocking shows and catching sales, I got that shit on me
Just did a feature and sold the bale, I got that shit on me
[Outro]
I got that shit on me
This a 10 at least
I'ma break your knees
****, I play for keeps
I got that, I got that shit
We in the club, I got that switch, I got that stick
Probably in your shit
Hey, what's up?
Written by: Ryan Sanderson, Yaven Mailden