Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riff Raff
Vocals
Horst Simco
Vocals
King Chip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horst Simco
Songwriter
Charles Worth
Songwriter
Lloyd Omadhebo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Cash
Recording Engineer
Young L
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shout out to the bay, yeah, tonight we in the bay
Shout out to the bay, King Chip, know I keep him on deck, what?
Shout out to the bay, King Chip, know I keep him on deck, what, what?
Shout out to the bay, yeah, tonight we in the bay, we in the bay, bitch
[Verse 2]
Girl, you already know what I'm on
You should put it on your tongue while you sliding down your thong
Let me hit it in the bathroom, I know we in the club
Why you dressed like that if you weren't tryna fuck?
[Verse 3]
Now your friend getting jealous, she could join in
Cut the lights off, now you look like twins
Girl, got them ends, girl, you must've seen the Benz
Ten hoes at the crib and you know they all tens
[Verse 4]
It's a bunch of Louis bag bitches came to get it in
Now she naked in the pool telling me to dive in
Got a bunch of girls here, right amount of ****
But these hoes going in, choosing up all the winners
[Verse 5]
Smoking upstairs on the couch with some freaks
So when you get it while you pass blunts, fucking chief
Some bitches at my crib that I ain't even meet
Probably been here for a week, probably fucked and we ain't speak
[Verse 6]
Shout out to the bay, and it's going in the A like it's going in the bay
Shout out to the bay, and you know it ain't safe ???
What? Shout out to the bay, Cleveland, that's a city
Where you know they don't play
Shout out to the bay, we got some hoes in the bay
[Verse 7]
Yeah, hold up, folk, shark skin coat
Pulling ??? oak into y'all ???
Lost a biscotti, drive a big body
Shit, I do karate, valet parked a Maserati
[Verse 8]
First off, license, registration, all this ice on my chest
Figured I was a figure skater
Thinking to, but speaking of, mentally on vacation
Virtual verbatim, ???
[Verse 9]
Yeah, yeah, I make your Olive Garden
Now, I want your daughter in the car, my Aston Martin
Used to park cars, now I'm five stars
Getting Swedish massaged in the seven car garage
[Verse 10]
Got nice hips, vice grip lips
Men kick chips for Versace rice grips
Now I'm in the mix, light salad dressing
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[Verse 11]
Shout out to the bay
Shout out to the bay, from Oakland to Sack Town, like ???, hey
Shout out to the bay, I bring it to Chicago and sling it to a safe
Shout out to the bay, yeah, tonight we in the bay
Written by: Charles Worth, Horst Simco, Lloyd Omadhebo

