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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
Vocals
Fenix Flexin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
Fenix Rypinski
Songwriter
Norman “Monster Norm” Lewis
Songwriter
William Sami Étienne Grigahcine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan “Tez Lamont” Scott
Mixing Engineer
DJ Snake
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Snake switched the beat, hold on
Snake switched the beat, hold on, let me set the record straight, ayy
Yeah, Snake switched the beat
[Verse 1]
Snake switched the beat, hold on, let me set the record straight
To get up in my section, bitch, you gotta have a resume
Still sellin' drugs, baby, I just found a better way
Wanna see a magic trick? We'll make you levitate
I don't ever hesitate, keep shit that detonate
Don't touch my tennis chain, now I'ma have to demonstrate
Let that shit resonate, we gon' have to regulate
Chicken in the pot, ****, let that shit marinate
[Verse 2]
Chicken in that pot, hit that water, make it lock
We was posted with them Glocks, makin' money off the knocks
We just poured up in that drop, pourin' Wocky, watch it drop
Tryna fuck a **** thot, make that pussy beatbox
Yeah, aight then
Say she only like bitches, she don't like men
I still cracked it, left the Glocky on her nightstand
Last week, I was runnin' through a light ten
Makin' money, fuckin' bad bitches how my life been
I know I got my bag right, what about you?
I know brodie finna pop it, what about dude?
Told her I don't want no pussy, but some mouth cool
Kick my feet up, smoke a blunt, and then I count blues
Ayy, big bands, I'm gettin' backends
Fuck her off a Perc', told lil' baby, "Make your back bend"
That pack land, rub it on my gums, I'm like, "That's him"
I got thirty in a Glocky and a stocky in an FN
Trip takers, tryna spin a **** block
I got thirty in this chop, we tryna hit a **** top
All that woofin' on the 'net, now brodie up in that box
You know we ain't finna box, we tryna send 'em up top, ayy
[Verse 3]
Turn around, go 'head, let me see somethin'
This is dedicated to the hoes that wanna be somethin'
This is dedicated to the hoes that want a threesome
They know I'm racked up if these hoes ever need somethin'
Know I'm strapped up, if you trippin', I'll leave somethin'
Two wristwatches, if I touch her, I'll freeze somethin'
Remember every single bitch that said I wouldn't be nothin'
Now I wouldn't even give these bitches some precum
Got a ho at USC, got a ho up in CSUN
Got a ho everywhere, but I don't got a weak one
Got a ho every day of the week, do you need one?
Drink a whole lot of lean, mix it up with Capri-Sun
Written by: Alejandro Carranza, Fenix Rypinski, Norman “Monster Norm” Lewis, William Sami Étienne Grigahcine