Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
Jean Marcel Day jr
Songwriter
Bryan Lopez
Songwriter
IJsbrand Hanssen
Songwriter
William Slayton Lambert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Truebeatz
Producer
Brutal Money
Producer
Brando
Producer
Thankyouwill
Producer
Raymond "DatRaw" Scott
Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Demetrius Lewis
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
He a good rapper his rhymes be flagging, 600k for the crimes I done
I Get involved this not a facade, I got a whips like a parking garage
She a lil baddie I put her on tv, I’m shitting on **** and blessing the needy
Switching my bitches to easy you never gone see me I’m popping out on them like 3D
80% my **** they all be ZZ
you got all four of my numbers just call you need me
You can Just ring me you know ill never decline
I cut off lil Robert that **** just never would slide
Back in the hood like a lamb truck, **** you a bitch you don’t stand on nothing
To strap everybody hands on gun, cut a raw bitch I don’t lock no one
Sipping on Don come fuck on a Don, Sorry lil mama I’m one of them ones
Brand new K with a hundred round drum, mama yo son ain’t never gon run
Saving these hoes ain’t making no sense, breaking the code that made him a snitch
I want that girl so bad its sick, top ten I put her name on the list
Fuck 12 they want to se me losing, got a son out here I cant be foolish
Tok and Rico my brothers 3 stooges, get the drop on the opps sweep through it
We gon keep shooting make em keep moving, yellow tape on the scene make em detour
Put a switch on the Glock, put a stock on that bitch when you shoot it its never got recoil
I got to many bitches I need one, I be shitting on the opps got em pissed off
What’s your pinpoint at the clear port, I hop on a pj and I lift off
So much blues I damn near can crip walk, and my drip got wings like Rick Ross
Throwing bullets my Z got picked off, wolf died I feel like its his fault
How you feeling I’m feeling a lil off, Ima go MIA ima get lost
And one thing about me ima drip sauce, You can’t Z What I Z I’m a big boss
He a good rapper his rhymes be flagging, 600k for the crimes I done
I Get involved this not a facade, I got a whips like a parking garage
She a lil baddie I put her on tv, I’m shitting on **** and blessing the needy
Switching my bitches to easy you never gone see me I’m popping out on them like 3D
80% my **** they all be ZZ
you got all four of my numbers just call you need me
You can Just ring me you know ill never decline
I cut off lil Robert that **** just never would slide
You can’t Z What I Z I’m a big boss, don’t think you a big threat boy you a lil opp
Want to be extra better go kill something, you ain’t got a foreign go get one
Bad bitch chase me ima still run, I’ma run through her lil crew like it was nothing
All these bitches be ringing my number, all these bitches wanna have me a son
To picky I’m picking my one, i be dripping they licking it up
And we bringing the beef to the club, see them **** we shooting it up
Bad lil bitch don’t want to be wife, I’m taking this bitch out the cover
Bad lil bitch don’t want to be wife, Im making this bitch my
Im sticking my thumb in her butt, I lock eyes with a opp in the club I scream out what
And I’m sorry I don’t want to fuck, I been thugging I ran out of love
I been keeping my mind on bucks, put a fuck **** around real **** you can see he could never adjust
I was just home I was on the run, sorry I was on the run
Written by: Bryan Lopez, IJsbrand Hanssen, Javarri Walker, Jean Marcel Day jr, William Slayton Lambert