Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Latto
Vocals
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Christian "Hitmaka" Ward
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Jaucquez Lowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian "Hitmaka" Ward
Producer
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Joey Galvan
Engineer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Ah-ah, Big Latto
Yeah, yeah
Hitmaka (Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)
They all be fly, ain't shit like them (yeah)
Drop racks on fabric, I don't sit like them (yeah)
Beat a bitch in front of her mama and baby
These hands go crazy, make a bitch act dumb
All white when I come through (huh?)
Caught her at the light, hit the bitch with the one-two
Your nigga ain't hard, fuck around and catch one too (yeah)
Real big stepper, crime scene taped up, real big letters, yeah
Jumped off the porch to a Porsche with them horses (skrrt)
Don't get extorted, bitch, I do extortion
Drip on a bitch, all my diamonds assorted (ice)
My pussy expensive, boy, you can't afford it (uh)
Young and I'm bad, I'm saditty and pretty (pretty)
And I get active, I make a hoe feel it (baddie)
Glock in my panty, don't make me go get it (uh)
Nasty, he tryna fuck on my period (ooh)
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Never tell a hoe nothin', keep shit to myself
39, cryin' hundreds, 500 my belt
Never needed no help to shit on you
Loyalty over royalty, I been on it
Pack ever come back light, we spinnin'
Nigga steady hittin' my pints, he finished
Back in the day we'd tear through stitching
Now every night, turn niggas to bitches
I don't like pictures, fuck you mean
Baddie in the west but you from the south
Come and fuck with me, I'm up from the beans
I fuck with weed and a lil' bit of coke
Real dope boy, spend five on coats
I used to sell soap to them boys in the feds
Hooked on Wock', still lookin' for the red
45 Glock, big 3-0
25 hundred, tryna fuck the CEO
Better not play with my team, know this shit get turnt
Please no fire, lil' bitch, I'm hurt
Bustin' the wire, hoe know I got 30s
Please, freeze
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Them hoes ain't never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Jaucquez Lowe, Edgar Ferrera, Alyssa Stephens, Dion Marquise Hayes
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