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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Mailden
Yaven Mailden
Songwriter
Jamal Micheal Braud
Jamal Micheal Braud
Songwriter
Tavis Moore
Tavis Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tavis Moore
Tavis Moore
Recording Engineer
Tav
Tav
Producer
HennyTrack
HennyTrack
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
[Chorus]
I say jeans say Purple, so that's what I'm sippin' on
And I break the bitch down like a chicken bone
Say I'm in the hood like I'm fishin' on it
Damn, that drank put you in your feelings, don't it?
Bitch, I was just broke but it been a moment
Lil' bitch, yeah, it done been a minute
Say now I got money, plenty bitches
Wanna fuck me and my clique, let's get it
Say wanna fuck me and my clique, they with it
And don't come 'cross this line, don't come 'cross this scrimmage
He claim that he spinnin', but shoot like Ben Simmons
I stay ridin' through the hood like a ND
They tryna put the hood on like Melo
I'm dodging them folk 'cause they throwing out elbows
Please don't run up on me, I stay strapped like velcro
On the block like Giannis, I'ma shoot for my bucks like Bledsoe
[Verse 1]
Aye, I was just waking up, eatin' leftovers
Aye, like an old ass pad, they slept on me
Left eye, how my **** had crept on 'em
Them boys gon' aim at your top, what the fuck is a vet for?
I got love for my dogs, finna go buy a Petco
And when you got money, bih', do what you say so
I was just ridin' with souljas, always ridin' with big dracos
Instead of diss, fly his bitch and give her a makeover
[Chorus]
I say jeans say Purple, so that's what I'm sippin' on
And I break the bitch down like a chicken bone
Say I'm in the hood like I'm fishin' on it
Damn, that drank put you in your feelings, don't it?
Bitch, I was just broke but it been a moment
Lil' bitch, yeah, it done been a minute
Say now I got money, plenty bitches
Wanna fuck me and my clique, let's get it
Say wanna fuck me and my clique, they with it
And don't come 'cross this line, don't come 'cross this scrimmage
He claim that he spinnin', but shoot like Ben Simmons
I stay ridin' through the hood like a ND
They tryna put the hood on like Melo
I'm dodging them folk 'cause they throwing out elbows
Please don't run up on me, I stay strapped like velcro
On the block like Giannis, I'ma shoot for my bucks like
[Verse 2]
Iceberg
Bet I'ma shoot for these bucks like Bledsoe
Fucked her real quick then blocked her, Mutumbo
Trap spot rollin', we beat off the front door
We sellin' dog food just like the pet store
Might throw a dub in the club like Desto
Can't trust nobody, don't care 'bout no kinfolk
Stick make a **** get low like limbo
**** better have life insurance, not Geico
Count that shit up in the morning, Alonzo
Smoke on a opp, he go right where my lungs go
Before I go broke, but I go for what I know
Real killer, real ****, still eat a 4 for 4
The opposition talkin', they ain't up the scores
My momma proud 'cause her baby fucking blew
They know they ever play around with this shit
We at the front doors, dominoes
You can do what you want, ****, just don't fold
The boy got whacked 'cause his rat ass told
Bet his ass won't tell shit no more
Long live Trip, I can't trust no hoes
That steel like a fan, that motherfucker blows
Whew, knocked his ass right out his coat
I control all my hoes like remote
For sure, I went big on them bitches like I'm Yavo (Let's go)
Written by: Jamal Micheal Braud, Tavis Moore, Yaven Mailden
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