Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tavis Moore
Songwriter
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tavis Moore
Producer
Tav
Producer
Xavier "Eks" Haynes
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You would think I just did push ups
Ganggg kush
Hey, let that shit ride tight
We ain't taking no chains bitch, nowhere (Let's go)
Let's go crazy put your ass right through
[Verse 2]
Hey, work out in the trap I'm sweating
Shooting dice I'm betting, it look like I just did push ups
Smoking on strong, that good stuff
I say you reach for my charm, you gonna need good luck
Brand new Glock, no cereal
Just put rocks in my ears, I can't even hear
Fuck on a business woman, I came home to veneers
Roll me a wood, and turn up from the rear
Hold up, come here
I say come here
I say **** be bitches like Madea
I'm in the field like John Deere
Getting more money like Run, there
Glock on my hip and you can't tell
You can tell it that za when you inhale
**** be talking too much, got loose lips, let's go
Serving sea weed on a cruise ship
Waxing this hoe from the back
In her ear like Q-tips
[Verse 3]
Cool Ranch in my pockets, what's that? Blue chips
Shooting straight through his car, what's that? Blue tips
Say Nino my dog like a blue nose
Tryna get you some pussy, well I know a few hoes
Tryna get you some money, well I know a few roads
I can hit the old dice game, get me a few rolls
Sell a few bags, then hop on the freeway
Just served Sha 'Carri, my trap doing relays
My Impala turn gangsters into sprinters
Micro mini Dracs out the window
Bullets flying, hear them bitches whistle
Send a bitch, RIP his sister
Wouldn't buy her a ring if her name was Crystal
Know a **** name Derrick who shoot like Fisher
Don't play with my gang, my **** official
Cars, pussy, money, guns, members
[Verse 4]
Work out in the trap, I'm sweating
Shooting dice, I'm betting it look like I just did push ups
Smoking on strong, that good stuff
I say you reach for my charm, you gonna need good luck
Brand new Glock, no cereal
Just put rocks in my ears, I can't even hear you bitch
Fuck on a business woman, I came home to veneers
Roll me a wood, and turn up from the rear
Hold up, come here, I say come here
I say **** be bitches like Madea
I'm in the field like John Deere
Getting more money like Run, there
Glock on my hip, and you can't tell
You can tell it that za when you inhale
**** be talking too much, got loose lips, let's go
Serving sea weed on a cruise ship
Waxing this hoe from the back, in her ear like Q-tips
Come here
[Verse 5]
Say, I tell the lil' bitch come here
Hey, I'm finna run it bit back like this
Say bitch, come here
I'm in it like
Written by: Tavis Moore, Yaven Mauldin