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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Big Yavo
Stimme und Gesang
NoLuck Jr.
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Yaven Mauldin
Songwriter:in
Albert Howard jr
Songwriter:in
Tavis Moore
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
T Time
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Merle Travis
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, let that shit ride, Tav
Let's go
[Verse 1]
Bad bitch say she don't want me to leave and I'm selfish, feed the team
Ran up a hunnid, just off usin' bars, just call me "Yay Hakeem"
My white boy up pull up, shoot like Austin Reaves, it's sixty out fifteen, aye
Better watch your back, them folk gon' bless you 'fore you sneeze
I walk in, she catch her knees, scorin' like I'm in the league
On the block like I'm in beat, bitch bet not play with my cheese
Zaza got my eyes Chinese, rockin' water like Pyree
Oops, I meant to say pirate, every day my life get lit
[Verse 2]
Get caught up, I ice my bitch, that little shit you wifed ain't it
T-Red truck, I pipe that bitch, my Cuban link is a Tyson hit
When she fuck back, I like that shit
Hold on, shit, hold on, hold on
Hold on, lil' baby, I had to get right
Lets go, yeah
Ain't went nowhere, the fuck you thought, little hoe?
Come through in that SRT, her jaw dropped, that's exactly what I bought for
Walk in and slap that paper down like when old folks play dominoes
Shawty bump me and he beat his bitch, a DJ drama ho
What? That's crazy
And she fine, that boy that load down
My mama called me in traffic, she call my phone and say, "Boy, slow down"
One thing 'bout Karma, that ho go 'round, and she a dirty bitch
My partner say the button on the back of his Glock give him a Curry glitch
[Chorus]
Bad bitch say she don't want me to leave and I'm selfish, feed the team
Ran up a hunnid, just off usin' bars, just call me "Yay Hakeem"
My white boy up pull up, shoot like Austin Reaves, it's sixty out fifteen, aye
Better watch your back, them folk gon' bless you 'fore you sneeze
I walk in, she catch her knees, scorin' like I'm in the league
On the block like I'm in beat, bitch bet not play with my cheese
Zaza got my eyes Chinese, rockin' water like Pyree
Oops, I meant to say pirate, every day my life get lit, lil' bitch
[Verse 3]
And I'm ridin' through the hood, three bows and a stick
And I gotta get 'em off the trip, he hotter than the bitch
And I heard, that boy, he told, ain't go to the back, that boy a rat
Want a ten piece of the bows, just come and get 'em, they cost a stack
Got a freak bitch outta town, she eat that dick up off them Percocets
She put it in her throat, that girl a G.O.A.T., she got that turkey neck
Plus I'm havin' turkey bags, know he green, I serve 'em swag
Knew I was a hustler, I was like twelve, I serve a **** grass
Every day be lit, but I be fightin' all these cases
****, they be tellin', but let them tell it, they on probation
I got caught with a couple bows, but on my mama, I ain't say nothin'
I hit the road again, I'm goin' to get it, they comin', they gon' have to chase me
[Chorus]
Bad bitch say she don't want me to leave and I'm selfish, feed the team
Ran up a hunnid, just off usin' bars, just call me "Yay Hakeem"
My white boy up pull up, shoot like Austin Reaves, it's sixty out fifteen, aye
Better watch your back, them folk gon' bless you 'fore you sneeze
I walk in, she catch her knees, scorin' like I'm in the league
On the block like I'm in beat, bitch bet not play with my cheese
Zaza got my eyes Chinese, rockin' water like Pyree
Oops, I meant to say pirate, every day my life get lit, lil' bitch
Written by: Albert Howard jr, Tavis Moore, Yaven Mauldin