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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Kia
Baby Kia
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Cohen-Mungan
Jack Cohen-Mungan
Composer
Timothy Adie
Timothy Adie
Composer
Khari Jahmill Hoard
Khari Jahmill Hoard
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
Audio Jacc
Audio Jacc
Producer
Thankutimmy
Thankutimmy
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
How far you take it, ****? (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
I'm with, I'm with
All the way down (Thank you, Timmy boy)
You **** broke
[Chorus]
How far you really wanna take it?
Bro strip you out your clothes, day one up pole, bro leave you naked
They know lil' bro a dog, the way I pull up, whole street shakin'
Sixty round, quad magazine, red mini Draco, jump out quakin' (Whoa)
Won't say too much, BK get busy
He scared, he switch up his ride, he do not feel safe when he ridin' through the city
Homicide time what I'm on, two door coupe, AMG get wicked
Right hand, I'm slidin' with my mask, I don't need a driver, jump out with lil' Willie
[Verse 1]
**** think I'm sweet, but I can't go
I'm in the mall with a 357 revolver, lil' 30 got Drac' in the coat
He gotta walk with a waddle 'cause the stick won't fit in the bag
My young boul won't show his face, he walk around glasses and mask
All black the gloves and Nike Pros, baby, we skied up
Pass out free Swishers to the bros, I got my cheese up
Pull up, US Marshals, we come grab you out in public
Air Force Ones go with the Glock, Supreme logo to match my button
Aw, man, like, who the fuck say BK hidin'?
I'm in places that they say I don't belong, I know you lyin'
BK this and BK that, **** seen BK, he almost died
Glock 40, 10 milli' get silly, chase a **** down, he need a new spine
And my young **** really a menace, walk up to your house, put a stick in your blind
Kick down his door, we gon' shoot through your roof, if he get under the bed, just make sure he dyin'
[Verse 2]
Sh, I wanna take it far
How far is you gon' take it?
Huh
[Chorus]
How far you really wanna take it?
Bro strip you out your clothes, day one up pole, bro leave you naked
They know lil' bro a dog, the way I pull up, whole street shakin'
Sixty round, quad magazine, red mini Draco, jump out quakin' (Whoa)
Won't say too much, BK get busy
He scared, he switch up his ride, he do not feel safe when he ridin' through the city
Homicide time what I'm on, two door coupe, AMG get wicked
Right hand, I'm slidin' with my mask, I don't need a driver, jump out with lil' Willie
Written by: Jack Cohen-Mungan, Khari Jahmill Hoard, Timothy Adie
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