Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Anycia
Anycia
Voces
KARRAHBOOO
KARRAHBOOO
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Anycia Symone Edwards
Anycia Symone Edwards
Autoría
Karrah Schuster
Karrah Schuster
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
1st Class
1st Class
Producción
Venzo
Venzo
Producción
Kid Kash
Kid Kash
Producción
OhSam
OhSam
Producción
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Ingeniería de mezcla
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Masterización

Letra

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Welcome to 1st Class)
Okay, okay
Huh?
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm a bossy bitch, I do bossy shit (Yeah, yeah)
Never need a clique (Okay, okay)
Bitch, get off my what? (Yeah)
Bitch, get off my dick
Know I keep a fine ho, she so trained to go (Huh? Huh?)
I'm so proud of you (Huh?)
Wanna have a chat with me, but that's a dub (Okay, okay)
You can't be my ****, boy, I met you in the club (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You don't never have no hoes, 'cause they know you a scrub (Huh?)
Yeah, I got an attitude, I just don't give a fuck (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Your **** a bum, get 'round the guys and beg to hit the cup (Damn)
Bag callin', can't be layin' up (Go)
He want me to stay and chill, I'm tryna run it up (Go, go)
I don't got no worries, with the guys, they always keep it tucked (Us)
I'm around 'cause I'm the bro, you just gettin' fucked (Okay)
You just givin' neck, step to me, then come correct (Yeah, yeah)
All this ice around my neck, feel like I'm anemic (Go, go)
They keep pressin' me to drop, I'm tryna be strategic (Go, go)
I might tell you that I love you, I don't really mean it (Yeah, yeah)
He been blowin' up my phone for weeks, act like I ain't see it
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, act like I ain't see it (Huh?)
Get your number, then delete it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitches on my bumper, but I'm gettin' money, I'm completed (Okay, yeah)
I'm complete (What?), 'nough to eat, bon appétit (Huh?)
I get money in my sleep (Huh?)
You my **** for the week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You my **** for the day
We can fuck around, but you know I can't stay (Huh? Yeah)
Wanna be for real, but you know Nene like to play (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Big Boo, Big Nene, we like Steph and Klay (Yeah, yeah)
Make the **** shy, I come around, he don't know what to say (Damn)
Yeah, good boy, don't give me no lip (Go, go, go)
Soon as **** get to actin' soft, you know I'm jumpin' ship (Okay)
At a show, I'm rollin' off a Tesla like a 60s Crip
Hate when **** get too in they feelings, tell 'em get a grip (Bitch)
Wanna take me on a trip, make sure it's separate rooms (On God)
I had popped an Addy and some molly, mix it with the shrooms (Us)
[Verse 5]
Huh? Is you off a bean?
Pretty pussy, poppin' Pucci, coochie super clean
I was bein' honest, but he soft, so now he think I'm mean (Damn)
Noddin' off on pills, could run his pockets, damn, this **** green (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like my **** Black, you can't hit me from the back
I think all you bitches wack, ghetto bitches get the racks (Go, go, go)
You want my attention, send a couple racks
Took a flight from Cali to Atlanta, brought back forty packs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Written by: Ahsan Ahmed Khan, Anycia Symone Edwards, Karrah Schuster, Khaleel Grifin, Osama Ahmed Shuja, Venelin Ivaylov Iliev
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