क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Kia
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonid Laevskiy
Composer
Khari Hoard
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LeoATL
Producer
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Aye, do what you do
Either way, I'ma go with my move
Like a beast, get wet like a-
I don't touch them, God
I ain't even gonna touch them
A bitch get wet like a pool
Got a **** up, uh
Aye, told her, "Go ahead, do what you do"
Either way, I'ma go with my move
I am not tryna fuck, be cool, make a bitch get wet like a big-ass pool
Feeling about me, I hop on the Friday
SRT, I pull in the driveway
Make a **** wreck out while you leaving the club
Stay the boy, ain't a stick on the highway
Alright, okay, if I say I want it, bet they confiscate it
Ain't doin' no stealing, I'm my **** taking
I just got to die, we come through, been to trade it
Two guns, I'm blazing
**** ducking the taco but still it get hit in the chest
I know a opp behind in the house
I come through tear it up and knock the bird out the nest
We slide through like the navy
Know I ain't thought he was safe on the crew
We come through push the kid out the boat
Watch him he fall in the water
I'ma swim up on him and stab him four times in the throat
Get the fuck **** lack no hope
Told him top bridge to his legs make sure he don't float
I doubt somebody throwing rope
Get shot in the face trying to save a **** you don't know
Alright, okay
T-R-A-D-B look like a dog talk
Let him get out of line
Bet I come out of here with two ten
Make a grown man shut up
Off block in the straight A-G talk
Push up in person everybody feet talk
Don't know why he wanna smoke with the kid
This shit here hitting way bad in the reefer
I don't know why he wanna smoke with me
He must don't know BK push it off like groceries
Okay, cool a ten on top his head
I get him walk down like a owl
Four door they lay outside your spot for days
I heard he camping out
A'ight, told him, "Go ahead, do what you do"
Either way, I'ma go with my mood
I am not tryna fuck, be cool, make a bitch get wet like a big-ass pool
Feeling about me, I hop on the Friday
And talk to y'all, I pull in the driveway
Make a **** wreck out while he leavin' the club
Stay the boy, hit the stick on the highway
Alright, okay, if I say I want it, bet they confiscate it
Ain't doin' no stealing, I'm my **** taking
I just got to die, we come through, been to trade it
Two guns, I'm blazing
**** ducking the taco but still it get hit in the chest
I know a opp behind in the house
I come through tear it up and knock the bird out the nest
BK
My name Baby Ken, who is you?
Dive shit, hop out, three-nine to two
Bet your hoe get wet when I walk through
Pussy jump out the pan like peek-a-boo
Get out the way, ****, finna get walked out
Speak on the count, we pull on top and more rounds
He with this, you been out here, no foul
We pop out on that block, it's a go-town
Look like Kevin and Rap don't believe in me
Lying, he don't post in the hood like he say
Bulletproof pull through broad day
All with thirty layers, work the drape
For the kill, we spin out the scrape
My young **** jump out the cut, no face
Aye, told her go ahead, do what you do
Either way, I'ma go with my mood
I am not tryna fuck, be cool
Make a bitch get wet like a big-ass pool
Feeling about me, I hop on the Friday
S-R-T, I'll pull in the driveway
Make a **** wreck out while he leaving the club
Stay the boy, the stick on the highway
Alright, okay, if I say I want it, bet they confiscate it
Ain't doin' no stealing, I'm my **** taking
I just got to die, we come through, been to trade it
Two guns, I'm blazing
**** ducking the taco but still it get hit in the chest
I know a opp behind in the house
I come through tear it up and knock the bird out the nest
Written by: Khari Hoard, Leonid Laevskiy, Nikita Filipenko, Pavel Kemaev