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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pink Siifu
Vocals
Kal Banx
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalon Berry
Composer
Livingston Matthews
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iiye
Producer
Kal Banx
Producer
Kalon Berry
Mixing Engineer
Livingston Matthews
Mixing Engineer
Devin Burgess
Mastering Engineer
Tray Kams
Producer
Lyrics
I know they're ready, innit?
Yeah, yeah
Hey, who you with hoe?
Who you with, hoe? Tell me who you with, hoe
Who you with, hoe? Who you with, hoe?
Tell me who you with, hoe
Hey, who you with, hoe?
Who you with, hoe? Tell me who you with, hoe
Who you with, hoe? Who you with, hoe?
Tell me who you with, hoe
All these **** runnin around with a new one
Runnin' around, actin' like a new bitch
On that PMS, on that bullshit
Bring it back, bring it back to the crib
Come walk on my lines, crack in a depot
This ain't real, that ain't real, ****, that's your deal though
We don't test, don't play with the people
Swag ain't shit, bitch, I'm evil
Tatino with the kid, I need shit
Catch us on your front door, that's your kid
Watch you whip your **** at your peephole
Looking like you tryna see me see through
Bitch, I'm Leonardo, you can't catch me, catch me, catch me
Keep up, keep up, running miles with a link up
This ain't Big Boss, fuck a team up, fuck a team up
Hey, who you with hoe?
Who you with, hoe? Tell me who you with, hoe
Who you with, hoe? Who you with, hoe?
Tell me who you with, hoe
Hey, who you with, hoe?
Who you with, hoe? Tell me who you with, hoe
Who you with, hoe? Who you with, hoe?
Tell me who you with, hoe
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Cross the line, you know it's bad
Cross that boy I'm on your head
Bitch, better do what the sergeant said
Play the bag, gotta lay in bed
Worried that they gotta leave
Fuck around, they got dropped in the league
Everybody went M.I.A
I'm talkin', I don't know what to say
I'm talkin' fly paper planes
Get low and I do what I can
Go tag, I'm killin' the game
When I'm gone, you go to bed
Fuck, **** think they can't get
Touch that number, I'm willin' to pay
He from the heat, bitch, that I can't say less
Shawty try to get in the set
She tired of **** who flex
She tryna run up a check
I told her her back is thick
Flip now, she throwin' up bricks
She wild, she cut off your neck
Swallow and spit it right back
She messin' my love, exotic
I don't argue, I just ask
She a hood bitch, yeah, from the projects
She just tryna pay that rent
I think I'm about to get a little lat
For the proof, yeah, take that picture
Make sure you know, it exists
You come around talkin' like this
I'm talkin' like you don't know shit
Six feet, ****, I don't **** name
With your wet hoe, we ain't the same shit
Please, don't go pay me the lambs, hoe
I don't care if you fuck the same bitch
Shit, she ain't the same, hoe
I'm ready to go to Baltimore
My say back to Baltimore
Broke him, ain't got a passport
What the cunt you called?
Written by: Kalon Berry, Livingston Matthews