Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ugly God
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice West
Songwriter
Royce Davison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David "D.C." Castro
Assistant Mastering Engineer
J. Avery
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
REECYGOTIT
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Savage shit like 21, Uzi Vert, I rock out
Went to college for the hoes, blew up, then I dropped out
Bought a crib, turned my old spot into a thot house
I hope you get the picture, otherwise you'll get cropped out
Yellow bitch like daffodil, she stay on the watch out
Me and her like Jack and Jill, pull up with the top out
Trax pack, vacuum seal, blowin' till I'm knocked out
Stack it on 'em, my neck a new freezer, put a jacket on 'em
Fish tank, findin' Nemo when I drop a bag up on 'em
Big bank, made a couple beats, then started rappin' on 'em
Ben Franks, all my friends are dead, but ain't no casket on 'em
[Verse 2]
I like bad bitches, bad broads, fast money, fast cars
Hop inside that Jaguar, whip it like a NASCAR
Do a hunnid on that dash, **** (Skrrt)
One-thirty on that dash
[Verse 3]
I like bad bitches, bad broads, fast money, fast cars
Hop inside that Jaguar, whip it like a NASCAR
Do a hunnid on that dash, **** (Skrrt)
One-thirty on that dash, ****
[Verse 4]
Look, watch me do a hunnid on that dashboard
Left a couple **** in the past, I feel bad for 'em
Learned how to make an M and I didn't take no class for it
Mister Buy-A-Bitch-A-Birkin-Bag-When-She-Don't-Ask-For-It
Yeah, my dick was in the dirt, but I dug it out
If my new bitch leave me hurt, I'ma thug it out
**** really like to argue on the internet
See, I ain't goin' back and forth, we can dump it out
Yeah, my Backwoods full of knives, had to buff it out
Keep talkin' your shit, don't be surprised when I flush it out
I remember mom ain't have no job, so we stuck it out
If this rappin' shit don't work, I take that other route
My money forever in the half, I ain't runnin' out
Pull up to the party, get the cash, then I'm rushin' out
All I said was, "Water," now my left wrist is flooded out
The neighbor's askin' what the fuss about
[Verse 5]
I like bad bitches, bad broads, fast money, fast cars
Hop inside that Jaguar, whip it like a NASCAR
Do a hunnid on that dash, **** (Skrrt)
One-thirty on that dash
[Verse 6]
I like bad bitches, bad broads, fast money, fast cars
Hop inside that Jaguar, whip it like a NASCAR
Do a hunnid on that dash, **** (Skrrt)
One-thirty on that dash, ****
Written by: Royce Rodriguez
