Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mel V
Mel V
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mel V
Mel V
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GTTC
GTTC
Producer
AndyHulse
AndyHulse
Producer
NateMorgan
NateMorgan
Producer

Lyrics

Man, whole lot of Glocks and switches with you (choppa, brr, brr, brr)
Hello, turn me up, what, what, baow, baow
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Turn me up (bitch, turn me up bitch)
Hot pockets filled with dead ****, I like bags, cash, scrimmah
I get racks like I get ****, don't get no fucks, not even a little
Bitch, you a hoe tryna move like a killer
Muggin' this shit with that dirty-ass denim
Watchin' this shit but I don't really feel 'em
Lockin' L-gun, bitch, I'm ready to drill 'em
Look in the mirror, you see a fucked ****
And 'cause you a fucked ****, I don't fuck with ya
Hell with the ass, button on the Glock
Turn the hoe to a switcher (yeah)
Bitch, you is dusty, you pitiful
My pockets swollen, that shit need some Benadryl
So many rocks on me plentiful
Don't fuck with **** like I am asexual, ugh (bitch)
But-but these hands got both ways, call it bi hoe
My **** get to spinning shit just like a cyclone
He wanna fuck with me but he look like he bite hoes
She talking shit 'bout me, this bitch built like a cypher
Bit-bitch is hella wack, hoofty bitch on my fucking lap
Look at them dirty-ass opps over there
They don't do shit but my fucking stack
They don't do shit, but I'ma fuckin' watch
I'm in the car and I got a G-lock
Broke-ass hoe, go get you a stock
Hating on me but you need to just what?
Hating on me like you need to just stop it
Bitch, I get fly and these hoes like a cockpit
Headline show, see me in a mosh pit
I came from nothing, so bitch, I'ma pop it
Off of her racks, just to go shopping
I got that key to the street like a locksmith
I got that key to the street like Lucci
I can't love a hoe, gotta lock up my coochie
Bitch I'm a badass, bitch, I get bussy
Get to that pack, it's for real
Lose leash, show the whole bad in a clutch, I went boobies
Walk in that bitch and my purse got a Zooli
Walk on that bitch and her fuckin' twat
Head up on a hoe 'cause these **** be poppin'
**** ain't me, you pathetic and hurtin'
I heard your new type, that shit really dirt
Bitch, Choppa, uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Written by: Mel V
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