Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YTB Fatt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cavon Paige
Songwriter
Darryl McCorkell
Songwriter
Kevin Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Walker
Engineer
Taureon Hailey
Engineer
Koen Heldens
Mixing Engineer
Cheeze Beatz
Producer
Go Grizzly
Producer
Letra
[Intro]
(Cheese)
(Go Grizz)
(Twysted Genius, baby)
I know she think I'm cheatin' on her, so she tryna enhance me
Baby, your life ain't lame no more, so I turn you up, buy you Givenchy panties
[Chorus]
Uh, huh, she like when I'm backstabbing
Huh, yeah, she like when I'm backstabbing
Uh, yeah, she like when I'm backstabbing
Huh, yeah, she like when I'm backstabbing
[Verse 1]
Bitch, you already knew your friends was hating on you 'cause they know I'm putting you in fashion
I ain't gon' lie, just saw it in your day-one eyes, man, that ho hatin' with a passion
The suckin' and slurpin' loud, Tesla quiet, I'm ridin' panoramic
Ho suck my dick so good and long, swear to God, man, this bitch need a Grammy
I'm poppin' big shit, downtown Florida, what state? Where? I'm in Miami
Talk to the plug and fans of my music, it don't matter if I get a brick or a Grammy
If I fuck with you, you know I love you, money ain't shit, spent four hundred on panties
Burberry and Gucci, Celine, Givenchy, it don't matter, baby, you can get it, no askin'
Six thousand dollars on a Goyard backpack, when you pick it up, talk that bitch with manners
This a B-ball court, you the basketball, I ain't passin', but you know I got good handles
She say, "Fatt, My feet hurtin'," bae, what you mean? Let's get Gucci sandals
I'll turn pimpin' in today, I'll convince this bitch be a stripper dancer
It's like four in the morning, I'm calling your phone, why it's no answer?
I forget when I'm trapping late night, you be putting your phone on do not answer
Girl, you know I'll trust you, but my trusting skills thin as plastic
I ain't gon' lie, if I find out you fucking off, all this shit gettin' canceled
Next day, whole new bitch in the Phantom, this is not my name, but my young **** stamp you
Turn the pineapple pop to a purple Fanta, fucking white hoes like Hannah Montana
They rode by me in the hood every day, now I'm on TV, bet they don't change the channel
Five thousand dollars get your ho ass handled
They don't know what happened, take the pussy for ransom
[Chorus]
Uh, huh, she like when I'm backstabbing
Huh, yeah, she like when I'm backstabbing
Uh, yeah, she like when I'm backstabbing
Huh, yeah, she like when I'm backstabbing
Written by: Cavon Paige, Composer Author Unknown, Darryl McCorkell, Deundraeus Portis, Irvin Whitlow, Josiah Nasir Muhammad, Kevin Andre Price

