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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cash Cobain
Vocals
Don Toliver
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cashmere Small
Songwriter
Caleb Zackery Toliver
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Lorenzo Marques Spadoni
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cash Cobain
Producer
lodoni
Producer
Alex Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tsss
I am with the smoke, so if you don't know, you don't get too close
Please don't think shit sweet, if a **** run up, it's Murder, She Wrote
Slizzy, I'm givin' 'em hope, I really be outside, I'm wit' the Pope
Baby girl, keep on your clothes and open your mouth up, I want your throat
She suckin' it good, she lovin' that wood, I think I might give her a stroke
She come from the hood, she misunderstood, I told her I already know
I fucked her one time, then after that I had to pass that bitch to the bro
Fosho
[Verse 2]
Kick that bitch outta the door
Lil' ratchet, lil' shit from the hood
She put that shit on, she get on the floor
I'm snatchin' that lil' baby soul
Lil' bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic, we ready for smoke
We havin' guns and drugs, she still, she tellin' me she wanna go
Overly pushin' my pockets, I'm Cash Cobain
Yuh, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who wanna drank?
Young **** makin' them birds sang
I'm in New York, like a Knick, with your bitch in the paint (Tsss)
[Verse 3]
I'm in New York, but I got this lil' bitch in the A
And she wanna come wit' some friends, I told her I'm puttin' bitches on a plane
I just now back out the Benz, the bitches she left, now she wanna stay
I'm really the Slizzy, these bitches be wit' it, they wanna put me on a tray (Slizzy)
I'm a dog, I'm a stray, I'm outside with a K
Shots fired, broad day, bitch gon' fuck me in the hallway
You the baddest in the state, and your ass the fattest in the state
Put you on a platter, on the plate, fucked his bitch, now that **** wanna hate
[Verse 4]
And she be, and she be pussy poppin' for the gang
I dressed her up in that designer stuff before I even got to know her name
And she be, she give me brain while I'm switchin' lanes (She give me)
She ride it like a stallion, I'ma buy that bitch a chain
Put it in your mouth, make you turn around, tattoo a **** name
Trappin' in the house, if we in a drought, can you catch a **** plays?
She keep it sexy, she want me to fuck on her bestie, and want me to lay (Sexy)
She havin' 40 inches, when I go hit it, I fuck up her lace
[Verse 5]
I know she finna come call me 'cause I go and fuck her the best
She let me come in and eat it up, I go and beat it up, nut on her chest
Tell that lil' bitch, "I'm sorry," I know she be so depressed
Clubbin' her down, beatin' her walls, sound like a turk
The way we link, it's way too natural
The way that body look too natural
The way you fuck me, I ain't mad at ya
I'ma keep it cool, spend a bag or two
Shawty wanna throw it back to that attitude
Baby, I'm permanent, like a tattoo
Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you
Me and my baby momma, out in Cancun
Ooh, shawty like a monsoon
Hardstone mask like I'm MF DOOM
Lemme beat that back and watch that pussy bloom
Bitch, we goin' up like a hot balloon
[Outro]
And you got that gratitude
I ain't never meet no one as bad as you
I just gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be
Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you
Mm-hmm, and I just gotta have you, too
No one in this world even matter, boo
Gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be
Fuckin' me, fuckin' me good, I ain't mad at you
Mm-hmm
Written by: Caleb Zackery Toliver, Cashmere Small, Lorenzo Marques Spadoni, Quavious Marshall