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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyChiefDoit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayden Whittier-Jones
Lyrics
Isaiah Simmons
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BabyChiefDoit
Producer
Questionizer
Producer
Preston "Prizzie" Reid
Mixing Engineer
Nick Bass
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Erik Pedersen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Ain't shit free till they free all the guys, I done said it a lot, and it ain't the last time
I want her to be my ball, I don't care if she tall, like a tree, that ho will get climbed
Got a couple commas, ****, hashtag blessed, now these hoes on my dick 'cause I'm fly like a jet
They gon' be surprised when they see I made this beat, Babychief went Kanye West
As long as the ho outside with the zoo, she'll never see home
2612 be the squad, we all beat the odds, how? That shit unknown
None of the opps ever answer the phone, I'm under his porch till he come out his home
I'm the type of **** take a bad bitch cell and leave all type of dick pics in the phone
[Verse 1]
Y'all made a **** say, "Fuck the streets," these kids ain't got no structure
Don't leave your bitch in a room with me, I'll have her eating cherries out my hand like Usher
Jam on who, ****? This bitch butter, my bitch so bad I don't even wanna fuck her
Yes, I'm hittin your ho, I'm talmbout innit and you can't have her back, I love her
[Verse 2]
This shit for the team, bro swing, I swing
Just like a baby, dude ass getting rocked
Get the fuck out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
I'll make a bitch **** soup, put his ass in the pot, I don't like 'em
We don't wanna know no cops, fuck every pig, I don't eat pork chops
Four **** hopped out, made his heart drop, keep on blowin' till his heart stop
I don't care, ****, life ain't fair, ****, I cannot forget
All the fake **** get to live to a hundred, and all the real **** gotta get put to rest
I'm finna start blocking these producers, I don't wanna talk 'cause that shit weak
You feel a way 'bout what I say, then fuck you too, I made this beat, ****
[Chorus]
Ain't shit free till they free all the guys, I done said it a lot, and it ain't the last time
I want her to be my ball, I don't care if she tall, like a tree, that ho will get climbed
Got a couple commas, ****, hashtag blessed, now these hoes on my dick 'cause I'm fly like a jet
They gon' be surprised when they see I made this beat, Babychief went Kanye West
As long as the ho outside with the zoo, she'll never see home
2612 be the squad, we all beat the odds, how? That shit unknown
None of the opps ever answer the phone, I'm under his porch till he come out his home
I'm the type of **** take a bad bitch cell and leave all type of dick pics in the phone
[Verse 3]
Got caught tryna piss, got left with his ass out, so high he can't come back down
If a bitch talk slick, then she catching the pedigree, WWE SmackDown
I'm tryna give this ho the meat but her fat ass friend in the background
And the bitch won't mind her business, somebody tell this ho it's nap time
Bitch, it's time for sleep, open your mouth, it's time for meat
If I spend all my time with you, how the fuck I'm gon' have time for me?
Spinnin' is what I'm tryna do, it's a couple of **** I've been dying to see
You say I'm the only **** you fuckin', I think you lyin' to me
Aye DThang, blood. they don't know how I get off that molly
They ain't never popped that pill or wanted to back door everybody
I am the realest **** you will ever see, I think y'all must've forgot
I'm so playa wit' it I ain't gotta rap, I could really let the beat talk, ****
[Outro]
DJ Freddy boy, this might be the illest producer slash rapper of a generation
Boss baby do it, BabyChiefdoit, big do it not the little one
2612 shit, slatt!
Written by: Isaiah Simmons, Jayden Whittier-Jones