Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chicken P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahkeib Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bennie Briggman
Mastering Engineer
Michael Briggman
Mastering Engineer
AP 300K
Producer
Troy Ashford
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
(Ivy got the beat knockin')
Yeah, tell me, tell me how you comin'
Tell me how you— mm-mm
Huh
Tell me how you comin', huh, tell me how you comin'
Huh, tell me how you comin', tell me how you comin'
Huh, I'm Dior'd to the floor, my 'fit was forty-six hundred
Rubber band them racks by five, them bitches know who gettin' money
Twenty thousand on me now, I got this shit from servin' junkies
You know how I got my name, bitch, I'll take a brick and bust it
Tell me how you comin', huh, tell me how you comin'
Huh, tell me how you comin', huh, tell—
Huh, we really rich, forever lit, that's what I told my brother
The first time I bought a brick, I went and showed my cousin
This shit b-b-b-b-butter, she so high, got TT in here stutterin'
Me and Giannis just alike, I'm 'bout a buck, I'm tryna beat the buzzer
Let's not get to talkin' 'bout no water, boy, my piece a bubbler
Thirty-five, still broke as fuck, you in these streets for nothin'
Soon as a **** play, he in trouble
Brrt, lil' bro pull up, whip out the iron, so I'ma let you keep the buckle
Huh, this a different type of dog, this bitch gon' need a muzzle
Huh, I count a hundred with my dogs and leave it 'cause I trust 'em
Huh, death before dishonor, you betray me, I'ma bust you
Hold it down and keep it solid, I'ma pay you off the muscle
You ain't never lost every dollar? (That shit'll make you hustle)
I like your style, meet me in the back, lil' bro, I'm finna front you
Thick bitch, I had to pin her down, this bitch steady runnin'
Lay on your stomach, eat this dick, baby, show me how you comin', huh
Show me how you comin', huh, show me how you comin'
Show me how you comin', huh, show me how you comin'
Huh, I'm Dior'd to the floor, my 'fit was forty-six hundred
Rubber band them racks by five, them bitches know who gettin' money
Twenty thousand on me now, I got this shit from servin' junkies
You know how I got my name, bitch, I'll take a brick and bust it
Show me how you comin', huh, show me how you comin'
Huh, show me how you comin', huh, show me how you—
Ayy, huh, how you comin'? This a thousand, flipped a hundred to a brick
You know this dog, you can't rub it, you can smell it right by the scent
That oven make the lactose brown and I put heroin in the brick
They close our eyes and not say shit, this a million dollar mix
Shit, I get groovy with the blends, not no smoothies for no kid
Shit, I make movies, picture this, when my brother bust a brick
Still get ratchet, stomp you in some Ricks, might bust you in your shit
Still unwrap it, put it in the pot, then do a magic trick
That bitch, she acrobatic, get on top and do a backward flip
You know I love them addicts, wake up, don't even know what time it is
Know I serve your mom and 'nem and I serve her brother too
She stay right there by Bob and 'nem
Only got to bust one open, bro, we came with five of them
'Member 3rd Street at the Billings, used to trap with Rob and 'nem
You be cappin' now, I know your pops was jobbin' then
And I'm watchin' every camera that surround when I back in
Shit, I'm textin' everybody that it's good when it's back in
Shit, all he ever did in his life was stack ten
Show me how you comin', huh, show me how you comin'
Show me how you comin', huh, show me how you comin'
Huh, I'm Dior'd to the floor, my 'fit was forty-six hundred
Rubber band them racks by five, them bitches know who gettin' money
Twenty thousand on me now, I got this shit from servin' junkies
You know how I got my name, bitch, I'll take a brick and bust it
Show me how you comin', huh, show me how you comin'
Huh, show me how you comin', huh, show me how you—
Written by: Rahkeib Smith