Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Vocals
GMF FatBoy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Lyrics
GMF FatBoy
Lyrics
Tavis Moore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tavis Moore
Producer
Texty
[Verse 1]
Big Ya on his stripes like Samoa
Aye, fuck a plug, tryna meet me a grower
Put that shit on, I clean up like chores
I said give me a beat, I'ma punch like Floyd
I say hop out the Trailblazer, shoot like Roy
Let me play with that pussy, treat her like a toy
Say I'm serving cookies like it's Chips Ahoy
Got the strap in the club, ain't gotta get to the car
Send a shot 'fore he get to the bar
If he's in a ditch then he won't make it far
This him, the stitch coming straight through the jar
Karma gon' sit his ass down like he's Rosa Parks
Tell a bitch it's Big Ghost and Shark Boy
Bend her over and do, she got arch, boy
Rolling woods, I do drugs like a rockstar
You know I'm good on that gas like a smart car
[Verse 2]
We slide like Cha Cha, reach for my chain, hear a four-four
Say we serving babies like Ash Kaash
I'm having P's in the trunk, so why stop?
Pray for that guy behind bars, I'm finna start selling Wi-Fi
And I'm having connect like hotspot
Been in my bag like a Hot Fry (Aye)
Try to take something, go Wallah (Aye)
Try to take something, go bye-bye
You thought I was playin', huh?
[Verse 3]
Don't reach for the pylon (Aye)
My **** slimy like pythons (Damn)
I just might get your bitch hair done
Walk down with that Drac', shit sound like a snare drum
Designer my feet, the red ones
And my car have a horse just like Ralph Lauren
Said the bitch gave me neck and I kept going
**** keep talking shit, he gets stepped on, gang
[Verse 4]
Big Ya on his stripes like Samoa
Aye, fuck a plug, tryna meet me a grower
Put that shit on, I clean up like chores
I said give me a beat, I'ma punch like Floyd
Say hop out the Trailblazer, shoot like Roy
Let me play with that pussy, treat her like a toy
Say I'm serving cookies like it's Chips Ahoy
Got the strap in the club, ain't gotta get to the car
Send a shot 'fore he get to the bar
If he's in a ditch then he won't make it far
This him, the stitch coming straight through the jar
Karma gon' sit his ass down like he's Rosa Parks
Tell a bitch it's Big Ghost and Shark Boy
Bend her over and do, she got arch, boy
Rolling woods, I do drugs like a rockstar
You know I'm good on that gas like a smart car
[Verse 5]
Hey, how you doin', lil' bitch? I'm litty
Block money move 'cause the bitch be hitting
**** 'bout drippin'
But I'm a trap baby, can't help, I buy QP 'fore Balenci's
Slide through the city, Glock with me, FatBoy on the fitted
Backwoods, stuffed crust shit hittin'
I'm still the same ****, I'll bring 'em both 'round for the attention
Just a lot of gold in my mouth, shit glistening (Shiny)
Lot of gold in my mouth, no Olympics
The way that I'm balling, **** think that I'm fuckin' on Chrissy (Like Jimmy)
Bitch body done, ass I'm slapping on fifty
Evidently she looked up to Nicki
Don't give a fuck, lil' hoe, just let me feel it
Tav, turn me up, spit that shit, make 'em feel it
Got a new Glock, this bitch here came from lickin'
It's already hot, so this bitch made for drilling
Just like a stripper, this Drac' here be clappin'
I ain't in the streets, you fuck **** be passive
Won't chase the hoe, it might fuck with my asthma
That boy Trae Young OK, plays in Atlanta
1911, that bitch came with a hammer
Lil' bitch, she green, so you know that we ran her
Drop me a deuce, I pull up in the Phantom
I swear the first **** play, I'ma stamp him, gang
[Verse 6]
Big Ya on his stripes like Samoa
Aye, fuck a plug, tryna meet me a grower
Put that shit on, I clean up like chores
I said give me a beat, I'ma punch like Floyd
Say hop out the Trailblazer, shoot like Roy
Let me play with that pussy, treat her like a toy
Say I'm serving cookies like it's Chips Ahoy
Got the strap in the club, ain't gotta get to the car
Send a shot before he gets to the bar
If he's in a ditch then he won't make it far
This him, the stitch coming straight through the jar
Karma gon' sit his ass down like he's Rosa Parks
Tell a bitch it's Big Ghost and Shark Boy
Bend her over and do, she got arch, boy
Rolling woods, I do drugs like a rockstar
You know I'm good on that gas like a smart car
Written by: Yaven Mannie Mauldin