Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyChiefDoit
BabyChiefDoit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayden Whittier
Jayden Whittier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charley Cooks
Charley Cooks
Producer
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Producer
Ricky Rozay
Ricky Rozay
Producer
Mike Will
Mike Will
Producer

Lyrics

I don't need no gun, if shit go down, I'm ready to smack me a ****
Hashtag, "Youthful", I was like 15, five feet tall, tryna clap me a ****
Y'all on his dick (ay), that **** a bitch (ay)
He only hang with the killers (ay, ay)
**** can have the 'net 'cause in real life (ay, ay)
Motherfuckers been spanking them **** (you know the fuck goin' on)
Lord knows I don't like them **** (what?)
We killin' you too if you hang with them **** (What? What?)
You fuck with the opps, then you one of the opps
I don't care if you playin' a game with them ****
Shout-out to the Five, I got love for the villains
Don't care what he got, he a bitch with a pistol (bitch)
You would think I'm a racist
First **** get caught and I'm hangin' that ****
First of all, I ain't never duck shit, I'm out of the way 'cause I'm tryna get rich
On B, you **** be makin' mе sick
Why the fuck is you willin' to die 'bout a bitch? (What the fuck?)
I can havе whoever I want, just hope your lady ain't on my list
This beat make me wanna smack a hoe, where my money at, bitch?
I don't feel like Big Meech (nuh-uh)
I don't feel like Larry Hoover (not at all)
Bitch, I'm BabyChief (slatt) and I'll do ya (bow)
Soon as I get back to the crib (bow), I'm finna pop this school bus (uh-uh)
Dumb **** thought I was lackin'
Came through blastin', I had my tool tucked (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Fuck your boyfriend, that **** a loser
You bitch-ass **** is tough on computers (bitch)
I don't hang with no damn civilians
All my **** is dealers and shooters (on the guys)
I'm the king of this shit, I'm the ruler (bow)
Catch a **** tryna eat out at Hooters (on the gang)
Fuck a Glock, I'll swing my Ruger (free the gang)
Fuck a straight, I'll would bounce out an Uber (free the gang, bitch)
I ain't no average kid (uh-uh), I'm really on different shit (for sure)
First of all, this ain't no diss, but last time I checked, four **** got hit
If I want that shit, I'ma have that shit (ah)
That watch, I'm snatchin' it off of his wrist (bitch)
I'm not a rapper, you dumb-ass kid, I got rich off of talkin' my shit (ah)
I been rich off of takin' them risks (ah), this pink 10 makin' me itch (bitch)
Goddamn, if I had one wish
All of they asses would be dead in a ditch (**** be gone)
Why the fuck is you friends with a snitch? (What the fuck?)
Stand over him, watchin' him twitch (ah)
All sharks and piranhas, why the fuck would you jump in this water?
You know you a fish (bow, bow, bow, bow)
I don't feel like Big Meech (nuh-uh)
I don't feel like Larry Hoover (not at all)
Bitch, I'm BabyChief (slatt) and I'll do ya (gang, gang)
Soon as I get back to the crib, I'm finna pop this school bus
Dumb **** thought I was lackin' (shit, bitch)
Came through blastin', I had my tool tucked (brr-ow)
Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow!
**** know what the fuck goin' on
All that 26 12 shit, bitch
Free the field, we the field, ****, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ay, die L's, fuck the opps, ****, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
Ay, I could do this shit all day, bow, uh
Written by: Charles Forsberg, David Styles, Jayden Whittier-Jones, Lexus Arnel Lewis, Marquel Middlebrooks, Michael L Williams ll, William Roberts
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