Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Echols
Songwriter
Lyrics
T-ha, nigga's crazy
I'm with yo-young
I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man
Oh you bad? (Huh, what?)
Oh you ratchet? (Slatt)
Oh you sad, huh? (Say what?)
You want Patek (Let's go)
Oh you bad, huh? (Say what?)
Oh, you tatted? (Let's go)
Oh you thick shawty (Say what?)
Got that fatty (Let's go)
I'm in that Lambtruck
Get my bitch, I park my thot (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrttt)
I'm off lean everyday
And I popped me an oxycodone (Say what?)
She got good brain
Ion even think she went to college (Hollup)
They know I'm a trick
I might take my ho to fallacy (Woah, woah)
Dover Street Market
I'm on Dover Street (Woah, woah)
Bad-ass bitch tryna' fuck
She don't even know me (Treesh, treesh)
She know Nine up
She know Nine be geeked (Let's go)
Diamonds on my neck
This shit chokin' me (Eugh, eugh)
Oh you bad? (Huh, what?)
Oh you ratchet? (Slatt)
Oh you sad, huh? (Say what?)
You want Patek (Let's go)
Oh you bad, huh? (Say what?)
Oh, you tatted? (Let's go)
Oh you thick shawty (Say what?)
Got that fatty (Let's go)
I ain't never gave a fuck, I never will (Bitch I never will, yea)
I ain't never gave a fuck, I never will (Bitch I never will)
You can clock that bitch, yea I never will (Eugh)
I got racks in my cup, I just might crack the seal (Eugh, eugh)
Put her legs in the air, I eat her like a damn meal (Chef shit)
On that young nigga shit, bitch I need a mil' (Bitch, woah)
On that old nigga shit, bitch I need a bil' (Say what?)
All of my clothes, overseas (Overseas)
Put that lil' boy, on a tee (Talm' 'bout, talm' 'bout)
Sippin' on red, ain't no green (Sippin' on red)
All of these hoes, they be green (They be green, slatt)
All of my poles, got a beam (Got a beam)
I know she wanna fuck, she talm' 'bout me
(Talm' 'bout, talm' 'bout, talm' 'bout, talm' 'bout)
I know she wanna fuck, she talm' 'bout me (Talm' 'bout, slatt)
I know she wanna fuck, she talm' 'bout me (Talm' bout, talm' 'bout)
Oh you bad? (Huh, what?)
Oh you ratchet? (Slatt)
Oh you sad, huh? (Say what?)
You want Patek (Let's go)
Oh you bad, huh? (Say what?)
Oh, you tatted? (Let's go)
Oh you thick shawty (Say what?)
Got that fatty (Let's go)
(Bitch, man)
Writer(s): Trey Echols
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