Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig McLaughlin
Songwriter
Douglas Ford
Songwriter
Edwin Nicholas
Songwriter
Gerald Levert
Songwriter
Herby Azor
Songwriter
Jatavia Johnson
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Lasana Smith
Songwriter
Raymond Douglas Davies
Songwriter
Ryan Martinez
Songwriter
Terence Williams
Songwriter
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G. Ry
Producer
OG Parker
Producer
Tee Romano
Producer
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Dayzel The Machine
Recording Engineer
Mateus Mendes
Recording Engineer
Rogét Chahayed
Producer
Lyrics
It's time, bass is gonna blow your mind
Oh
Pay attention, bitch
What's up, y'all? What's it gon' be?
Who's on the ave with your homie Al B?
Slide with the beat now
Bad bitches vibe with the beat now
Oh, oh
Hold up
JT, let's go
She can't do it on the dick like me, nah
Dull-ass bitch ain't lit like me (At all)
Not pretty, not thick like me
I'm the template, bitch
Better get like me (Purr)
Got him tempted, now he wanna
Trick on me
Bent over, he gave me the Bentley key
I'm a demon, drive him like
An SRT (Skrrt)
He fiendin', he can't get enough of JT
We ain't fuckin' with no losers (No)
Hands in the air if you came
With a shooter (Drrat)
I'm in NYC with the ooters
All the way from Dade County with the boosters (Oh)
Good coochie gang, we vibin'
(Good pussy)
Outside all summer, no hidin'
(Outside)
Ex text me I'm wildin'
Fuck-ass nigga, I'm vibin' vibin'
Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
Throw that pussy, I'ma catch that shit
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Hell nah)
Do my fellas run this motherfucker?
(Hell nah)
Do he lay that dick? (Yeah)
Do he pay your rent? (Yeah)
Do he buy you shit? (Yeah)
Take care of them kids? (Uh-huh)
Boy, I really wanna stay (Pop that shit)
And play them stupid silly
Games you play (Bitch, talk that shit)
But I'm outside (Oh)
And you gon' see (Oh)
I'ma be the one to make you weak
(Oh, oh, oh)
Boy, I really wanna stay (Talk that shit)
And play them stupid silly
Games you play (Pop that, pop that
Pop that shit)
But I'm outside (Oh), and you
Gon' see (Oh)
I'ma be the one to make you weak
(Slide, slide)
Slide to the beat, vibe to the beat
Slide to the beat if you a big ol' freak
Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
Throw that pussy, I'ma catch that shit
Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
Throw that pussy, I'ma catch that shit
Bitch, your friends bad, but you
The thickest one
Your friends bad, but you the
Thickest one
Your friends bad, but you the
Thickest one
You the thickest one, thick
Thickest one
Boy, I really wanna stay
(Rest in peace Uncle Al)
And play them stupid silly
Games you play (Born in the ghetto
Raised in the hood)
But I'm outside and you gon' see
(What's up, y'all? What's it gon' be?
Who's on the ave with your homie Al B?)
I'ma be the one to make you weak
Boy, I really wanna stay (15th Ave)
And play them stupid silly
Games you play (Peace In The Hood, Miracle)
But I'm outside and you gon' see
(Dade County shit)
I'ma be the one to make you weak
(Miami, we up)
Let's go
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
You know we do
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, hahahaha
Writer(s): Edwin Lamar Nicholas, Gerald Edward Levert, Herby E. Azor, Raymond Douglas Davies, Lasana B. Smith, Ryan Alex Martinez, Terence Jamiel Williams, Jatavia Johnson, Joshua Parker, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Douglas Ford, Craig Mc Laughlin
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