Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Producer
Lyrics
Ooh, she so bad, she won't talk to me
Ooh, she want a bag, she want a smoothie
Shawty talk for real, she getting gooey
I just said that they should sell a lot
I saw this ass, he tryna play the bug
He tryna play the bug on me, I tell people to slut
They not different, got slapped up with the nut
That .30 hit, you tryna fight, I thought that boy was buff
Got everything, so I saw they hit the scrub
You dug me out, I thought I was enough
Yeah, she dug me out, my back is getting clawed out
She a bougie bitch, my bank is getting swallowed up
I ain't fuck with that bitch, she rank and I can't hold you
I'm smoking on the ding and I can't hurt you
I got your ass forever, don't worry, you
Some Perky in the drink so I can turn me up
She like when I hit it, bitch, that turn me up
I'ma do her ass like Remy's stereo
Run through your ass like I'm the tank
'Cause they grew up so fast, ain't got no brakes
Talking to myself because you fake
I knew it from the jump, what could I say?
Ooh, she so bad, she won't talk to me
Ooh, she got a bag, she want a, ooh
Ooh, she want a bag, she want a smoothie
Shawty suck for the rest, she could gooey
I get with her on the phone, now she finna shootin'
I give you the run around, around your girl, give you a doozy
You can't hear nothing, put it down, keep trying, can't catch what I'm foolin'
Pretty in my sleep, I woke up with a suckin' boobie
Shawty, she so bad, she won't talk to me
Shawty, she want a bag, she want a smoothie
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson