Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Latto
Latto
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Stephens
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
Ben Hogarth
Ben Hogarth
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hmm, huh, huh, huh Coupe When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown You ain't never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out (turned you out) You won't catch me in no Shark boots, y'all burnt 'em out (burnt 'em out) Bitches gotta wait 'til they birthday to go out of town Yeah, I got my twin with me, you know what the fuck we doin' 20 black suburbans wherever the fuck we go, bitch Two Lambs (yeah) Four Bentley trucks (Big Latto, hmm) And 20 Hellcats (Big Latto, uh-huh) Get on with a real nigga though (I'm a Big Latto, huh) When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown You ain't never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out (turned you out) You won't catch me in no Shark boots, y'all burnt 'em out (burnt 'em out) Bitches gotta wait 'til they birthday to go out of town Brokey Yeah, I talk a lot of shit He like, "Who you think you is?" Nigga, not your bitch Brokey Nigga, not your ho (no) Think he got one up on me Whole time this shit like 3 and 0, twin (ha) Bitch, I be going in (going in) Bitches clearly want my life and it's so evident (evident) Cook, clean and fuck him right, l'm so heaven-sent (heaven-sent) What I look like asking him about another bitch? (Hmm) Might tell you once, won't tell you twice If hos shut up, we'd be alright See, y'all gon' tweet and I'm gon' fight, facts Yeah, these hos sweet as apple pie Ain't got no car, so hoes dickride But bro said y'all can't even do that What? (Uh) Why? (Uh) How? (Uh) When? (Uh) Where? Just let me know how you want to play it Bitch, you know I'm there (pop) If it was smoke, then I would say it, bitch, I'm crystal clear (pop) Left my panties at his mansion like a souvenir When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown You ain't never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out (turned you out) You won't catch me in no Shark boots, y'all burnt 'em out (burnt 'em out) Bitches gotta wait 'til they birthday to go out of town Brokey Yеah, I talk a lot of shit He like, "Who you think you is?" Nigga, not your bitch Brokey Nigga, not your ho (no) Think he got one up on me Whole time this shit like 3 and 0, twin Mrs. Can't-Be-Fucked-With (fucked with) Hos ain't talking 'bout nothing Everytime I look up, I'm the topic of discussion I'm in a fast coupe (skrr), you in a bad mood (uh) Funky bitch, you left your pussy in the bathroom (ew, ha-ha) You gon' meet him halfway (huh) I'm gon' meet him at the bank I'm the type to make him wait (shh) You the type to give it up (uh) It's hard for me to give a fuck (bitch) You gon' let him plead his case (huh) A bitch like me can't go for nothing (nothing) Huh, know what's in my cup (my cup) When I leave the club, consider that nigga fucked (fucked) When you mention me (huh), don't forget rich as fuck (rich as fuck) Pussy squeaky clean, but I got junk up in the trunk (damn) When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown You ain't never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out (turned you out) You won't catch me in no Shark boots, y'all burnt 'em out (burnt 'em out) Bitches gotta wait 'til they birthday to go out of town Brokey Yeah, I talk a lot of shit He like, "Who you think you is?" Nigga, not your bitch Brokey Nigga, not your ho (no) Think he got one up on me Whole time this shit like 3 and 0, twin Brokey (these bitches broke) Brokey (these bitches broke) Brokey (these bitches broke) Big Latto, Big Latto, Big Latto
Writer(s): Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Quinton Davis Hines Marion Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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