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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Songwriter
Anthony Mosley
Anthony Mosley
Songwriter
Adam Gamble
Adam Gamble
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean da Firzt
Sean da Firzt
Producer
Kayothewizard
Kayothewizard
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's do it Bitch, I'll drive this Hellcat through your livin' room (Firzt back like he left or somethin') Walk in, don't say shit (yeah) Let's go, nigga The most I'ma do is just say, "Hi" It ain't where it's at, I'ma say, "Bye" (uh) I hope you don't want you no screenshot, bitch You can't even see me on FaceTime Bitch just asked if I'm the one that DMed her on her Finsta That ain't me, bitch that's a fake jawn I don't got no Finsta, I'm reckless (uh) That nigga that hot, he a pepper She like to talk like a thot when she textin' I wan' see what that's 'bout when she let me (okay) Move the wrong way, it's gon' go down in this bitch I can't calm him down, he a stepper (yeah) Her and her friends in here, fine as hell Need to wipe that girl down 'cause she pressure (ooh) Let him cook, we gon' fuck on the sink or the stove Hands on your knees and your toes (bitch) You know I'm a dawg, you can lift up your skirt Pussy better once you leave it on the clothes Her pussy so good, have a nigga up four in the mornin' Outside her house, beatin' on her door, like Walk in, don't say shit (yeah) Let's go, nigga The most I'ma do is just say, "Hi" (yeah) It ain't where it's at, I'ma say, "Bye" (uh) I hope you don't want you no screenshot, bitch You can't even see me on FaceTime Bitch just asked if I'm the one that DMed her on her Finsta That ain't me, bitch that's a fake jawn It get lit in this bitch, you here pop Pyrex I might get on some shit, I'ma walk down here Talkin' 'bout hop out some shit, it got low mileage When I fuck 'round with her, she my freak And you ain't gon' never catch me with my motherfuckin' hand out That's one thing 'bout me, I'ma eat I fuck 'round and hit from the back, and I left on my shirt She done nutted all over my teeth I got a lil' nephew to raise, you see my big bro in his face, he say, "Long live G" I pulled out that Phantom today, my daughter's a Messiah behind me The car with my niece, nigga Lord, please, bitches wanna put me in the orgies And everywhere I go, I got a 40 It ain't a nigga that could lil' boy me (believe that) Walk in, don't say shit, yeah (you a bitch-ass nigga) The most I'ma do is just say, "Hi" (yeah) It ain't where it's at, I'ma say, "Bye" (bitch) I hope you don't want you no screenshot, bitch You can't even see me on FaceTime Bitch just asked if I'm the one that DMed her on her Finsta That ain't me, bitch that's a fake jawn (go) Yeah, that ain't me, bitch That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Writer(s): Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Adam Gamble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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