Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Mister
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwon Fields
Songwriter
Lyrics
Protégé Beatz
Rrah
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
Rrah, eat, eat
Eat, eat
Eat, eat, eat, eat
Wop (Wop)
Got your main bitch on me, wanna eat (Eat, eat, eat, eat)
Came with my brain, you want my meat (Wop, wop, wop, wop)
She know my name ring in these streets
So we get freaky in the sheets (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Got your main bitch on me, wanna eat (Eat, eat, eat, eat)
Came with my brain, you want my meat (Wop, wop, wop, wop)
She know my name ring in these streets
So we get freaky in the sheets (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
When I walk in the club, [I got bands on me?]
Got your main bang flirtin' all on me
She give me brain, no surgery
Six spaceships land in Mercury
Twelve hundred for a verse, come shop with me
Cop a pound, then I go and flip that P
Didn't have my foenem for the streets
Gotta grind everyday, 'cause it ain't shit free, ayy
When I wake up, gotta thank God that he separate me from fake **** 'cause **** frauds
When I wake up, gotta thank God that he separate me from funny bitches 'cause hoes frauds
When I wake up, gotta shake up, get my cake up, in the kitchen, know I'm lookin' like a baker
When I wake up, smoke a blunt, it just make a flow from the air to the bottom of the bankroll, woah
Got your main bitch on me, wanna eat (Eat, eat, eat, eat)
Came with my brain, you want my meat (Wop, wop, wop, wop)
She know my name ring in these streets
So we get freaky in the sheets (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Got your main bitch on me, wanna eat (Eat, eat, eat, eat)
Came with my brain, you want my meat (Wop, wop, wop, wop)
She know my name ring in these streets
So we get freaky in the sheets (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Written by: Antwon Fields
