Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meechy Baby
Rap
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Rap
Soulm8
Programming
JT Beatz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laurence Wilson
Composer
James Therrein
Composer
Ruben Luntungan
Composer
Kentrell Gaulden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Soulm8
Producer
JT Beatz
Producer
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Youngblood
Mastering Engineer
Tony Cazares
Engineer
Lyrics
That’s my lil podna
Uh-uh-uh
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Hold on
That’s my lil podna
Yeah
I can’t go with my lil podna
Yeah sell dope with my lil podna yeah
Step on Fentanyl
I stretch dope with my lil podna yeah
I fuck hoes with my lil podna yeah
Mouth full of gold
Don’t do no diamonds yeah
Its bands out when bands out I’m gon talk with my lil podna yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
With my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
With my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
With my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
With my lil podna yeah
Ten thousand in my pocket
Don’t make me give it to my lil podna
That boy on heroin he be loaded
But he my podna yeah
Do a point of heroin then that bitch get on his body
Lots of bodies too many bodies bitch we been stop calling them bodies
All that bumpin
showing your diamonds bitch
you ain’t scarin nobody
Bitch I’m banging 4kTrey
Yeah
You know I don’t fear nobody
Every **** with me shining yeah
They murder for a profit
Yeah
Put some heron on yo head
You get stepped on for narcotics
Yeah
Meechy Baby duckin a team tryna board narcotics
I put food in that bottom
Got that heron on Highland
Got that heron for sale
On our way to Scotland
I got steppas in the bottom
If you aint know
Somewhere on Scotland
Im paranoid as fuck yeah
I’m on my way Scotland
I just passed Airline
In a cutlass and I’m flying
Bitch who you know
That’s suicide
Bitch who wanna die
Beef with who
You know we slingin iron
Show them pussies tools they flyin
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
**** rods in here like stolen goods
In this bitch
I turn up good
In a cutlass
And I’m buckin
Corvette engine all inside the hood
J done made it back he left him something
Doped up bitches stuck on something
Sliding we push it to shoot
Tell that bitch he can rap bout nothin
In Florida I aint duckin ****
Airline strapped with hella iron
Monterey to 38
4kTrey these **** dyin
Tell shooter come cross the trick
She get cracked
You think bout slidin
Nobody say You know bout that
Want me dead tell em why you lyin
Been outside until he spotted me
I’m poppin with my podna
He ain’t scared he leave shit deaded
Ain’t no problem know I got em
Know if I gotta put my mask on
Then I’m out though
On my choppa
That’s my lil ****
That’s my hitta
Grave digger
Don Dada
Heart stops all that I run with
Hunt you down stay on dumb shit
Tryna suck you and your brain
Whoever else in here you came with
Shut this bitch down
Only thing you know we gon do
You know we stuntin shit
Got my stick Ion give a fuck who else in front
Bust to your brain split
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That’s my lil podna
Yeah
Written by: James Therrein, Kentrell Gaulden, Laurence Wilson, Ruben Luntungan
