Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xanman
Performer
Haile Malik Salaam
Vocals
Berki
Programming
Gwizgotit
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Berkant Gunduz
Songwriter
Garrison Boykin
Songwriter
Haile Malik Salaam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamaal Mahoney
Recording Engineer
William Slater
Editing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
William Bowser
Mixing Engineer
Berki
Producer
Gwizgotit
Producer
Lyrics
Woo, woo, woo
I'm talkin' my shit, I got my stick (yeah)
You not gon' click
If a **** don't know me then he better know (yeah)
I got a paper cutter as far as the shredder go (yeah)
They say Hell is hot, ****, is Heaven cold? (yeah)
My **** used to cook dope, get a better stove
I got a new Gucci coat, this ain't Fashion Nova
She said she want to settle down, I can take her soft (yeah)
Plain Jane on my wrist, like where the Patek go? (Yeah)
I got a bitch in the trap, where the mattress go? (Yeah)
Big Xan always going to talk his shit (yeah)
Stick in the party, Like who started it? yeah
Big 40 on me like he targeted (yeah)
Don't get a feature, I ain't locking it (yeah)
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
Ooh I been, Cartier frames on my eyelids
Hol' up, huh, got a bad bitch want some Louis now
Christian Dior, Louibi' now
Got the Cartier frames in the Louis pouch
Got a bad bitch with her whole booty out
Got a bad bitch coming in my house, yeah
You got all the money, **** kick it out yeah
Heard you got a boyfriend, I do not care
Baby arch your back, put it in your mouth, yeah
We are not together, baby I'm just tryna yeah
Hit it from the back, let me pull on your hair
**** in the kitchen like he cooking small fries
23 in the clip like the bald guy
I got a South East bitch just tell me "Aww bye"
You know I'm just tryna yeah then you all mines
Yeah baby, yeah they all mines
Feelin' like Stunna, I'm just tryna hit you four times
Explore your body, baby you can be my tour guide
She want a chubby ****, she don't want a tall guy
I got a big 50 extension when it's war time
I take you in the trenches, don't get in the crossfire
Too many Cartier's they thought that I was cross eyed
I got your girl and I'm tryna hit it one time
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
Written by: Berkant Gunduz, Garrison Boykin, Haile Malik Salaam