Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ugly God
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Corona Jr
Songwriter
Royce Davison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ugly God
Producer
David "D.C." Castro
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Josh Daigrepont
Mixing Engineer
RED DRUM
Producer
Devyn Brown
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'ma count this guap-guap when I show up
She gon' give me top-top till she throw up, I'ma
Pull up in a drop top, Fruit Roll-Up
Don't call my phone, get blocked-blocked, bitch, hold up
Hold up, wait, hold up
The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up
Hold up, wait, hold up
The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up
[Verse 2]
Big bag, ooh, big grain Peter Pan, ay
Diamond chain, left wrist twenty bands, hey
Bougie bitch, clean ****, dirty hands, wait
One mansion, ooh, plenty bitches, bring a friend, ay
And all these **** mad whack
Runnin' with the sauce, bitch, give me my swag back
When I up this pole, guarantee they back, back
I'm a big dog, ****, you a lab rat
And every time I touch that money, I get flashbacks
But I just throw it at my bank and tell 'em, add that (They add that)
I call your baby mama up, she give me mad cat
My chain piss yellow, but my whip is matte black
[Verse 3]
I'ma count this guap-guap when I show up
She gon' give me top-top till she throw up, I'ma
Pull up in a drop top, Fruit Roll-Up
Don't call my phone, get blocked-blocked, bitch, hold up
Hold up, wait, hold up
The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up
Hold up, wait, hold up
The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up
[Verse 4]
Wait, wait a minute, hold up
Lookin' for a bad bitch with no miles on her
Daddy bought a brand new bag, James Brown on 'em
Control the bitch, I mute that ho, can't hear the sound on her
Paper tag, here go the keys, you the Jag owner
Use these racks for all your needs, I'm the bag donor
Ignore your calls when you call, make you sad, don't it?
Ignore my call, when I call, I'ma spaz on you
It start to change, you got chains and some ass on you
Bought you a chain wit' your name, came with glass on it
Thought you gon' run off wit' that bag, run up a tab on it
When I say baguettes, I could be some diamonds or some cash on me
[Verse 5]
I'ma count this guap-guap when I show up
She gon' give me top-top till she throw up, I'ma
Pull up in a drop top, Fruit Roll-Up
Don't call my phone, get blocked-blocked, bitch, hold up
Hold up, wait, hold up
The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up
Hold up, wait, hold up
The bih blew up my phone, I told the bitch, wait, hold up
Written by: Royce Rodriguez, Kirshnik Khari Ball
