Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bfb Da Packman
Rap
Babyfxce E
Rap
Baby Kia
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Babyfxce E
Songwriter
Baby Kia
Songwriter
Tyree Jawan Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caasi
Producer
Aredd Studios
Mastering Engineer
Cicci Covera
Recording Engineer
Gyard
Co-Producer
Tekst Utworu
[Intro]
Y'ello, y'ello, hahaha
Y'ello
Let's get right, Caasi
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
Know what the fuck goin' on
He can't run if he wanted to (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm a solid **** (Yeah), I don't do sticky business
Bought my bae a Birkin just so I can hide the blicky in it (Boom)
Gettin' money with the Palestinians, I'm sick of **** (Yeah)
Run up on me wrong, you gon' get hit with the duh-duh-duh-duh (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma get to flashin'
**** don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses (Yeah)
Doin' one-fifty in the 'Cat, **** almost crashed it (Skrrt)
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie bitch who let me flip her taxes
[Verse 1]
Haha, wow, she let me flip her taxes
I'm in the Maybach truck with thirty, I'm still droppin' ashes
Corey jump out the Vue with a Drac', better move, we don't give out passes
Better ask lil' bro, he was just in the way, he got grazed, now he wear glasses
He died, we don't know what happened
Pull up Kia Soul and get active
He keep tryna hide behind that ho, it's okay, I'ma kidnap your papa
Bitch, I'm outside, me and my pole solo without no smacker
The other day, upped Drac' on bro, forgot I was a rapper
[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm a solid **** (Yeah), I don't do sticky business
Bought my bae a Birkin just so I can hide the blicky in it (Boom)
Gettin' money with the Palestinians, I'm sick of **** (Yeah)
Run up on me wrong, you gon' get hit with the duh-duh-duh-duh (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma get to flashin'
**** don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses (Yeah)
Doin' one-fifty in the 'Cat, **** almost crashed it (Skrrt)
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie bitch who let me flip her taxes
[Verse 2]
Hmm-hmm, y'ello (Boom), I'm in Cleveland sellin' topside (Top)
Wock'll turn a yellow Fanta redder than a stop sign (Wock')
Toxic 'cause I only fuck with hoes that give me thot vibes (Woo)
My brother daddy used to beat my mama, then his pops died (Y'ello, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Hmm, it was a clean murder
In Michigan, we don't go to doctor visits, we just drink Vernors (Yeah)
Baby Kia, Babyfxce, and Pack left the beat murdered (Yeah)
Put that fire on a **** ass like a seat burner (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
While we at it, bitch, free Thug
My ex left me, now she walkin' 'round with some beat Uggs (Y'ello)
Potty-mouth Pack, not for my hygiene, bitch, I drink mud (Y'ello)
Get a **** whacked while I'm chillin', gettin' my feet done
[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm a solid **** (Yeah), I don't do sticky business
Bought my bae a Birkin just so I can hide the blicky in it (Boom)
Gettin' money with the Palestinians, I'm sick of **** (Yeah)
Run up on me wrong, you gon' get hit with the duh-duh-duh-duh (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma get to flashin'
**** don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses (Yeah)
Doin' one-fifty in the 'Cat, **** almost crashed it (Yeah, skrrt)
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie bitch who let me flip her taxes (Bitch)
[Verse 3]
He swear he got a trigger finger, let's see who shit the fastest
He posted his ho and now she gone, we turned his bitch to magic
Thought I was finna slide down in the 'Cat, I pushed up in the Caddy
Just caught a **** lackin', I was so happy, feel like I touched the Grammys
Don't do that cliquin' up shit, ****, I only trust the family
My bitch bougie and she fancy, all her cups is Stanleys
Huh, and I be pourin' drank in 'em
If it's up, I'll let you know, bro, it's too hard to fake with ****, huh
Thirty in my pocket, look like I got a stapler in it
If I pull up on the side, you better hope I'm racin' with you
ARP got guiders, that bitch really taper ****
He crashin' out 'bout hoes like we ain't already break them bitches (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm a solid **** (Yeah), I don't do sticky business
Bought my bae a Birkin just so I can hide the blicky in it (Boom)
Gettin' money with the Palestinians, I'm sick of **** (Yeah)
Run up on me wrong, you gon' get hit with the duh-duh-duh-duh (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma get to flashin'
**** don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses (Yeah)
Doin' one-fifty in the 'Cat, **** almost crashed it (Skrrt)
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie bitch who let me flip her taxes
[Outro]
Ridin' with a ghetto bougie bitch who let me flip her taxes
**** don't respect you 'til you out here puttin' belt to asses
Written by: Baby Kia, Baby fxce E, Tyree Jawan Thomas

