Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Looni
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonah Wilbon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drumma Boy
Producer
Lyrics
Aye yeahhh boyyyy
Bad bitch from out the country love my country grammar
I’m in Atlanta wit two or three scammers
I’m in Atlanta wit Prancer the Dancer
I’ll put a hoe on a hoe like I’m Santa
Bro moving slow he got 4 in a Fanta
That bitch that you loving I’m fuckin on camera
Pussy don’t like it then change the channel
I’m the lil **** that raised the standards
Hunnids on hunnids I’m holding for ransom
still adding dollars on dollars on dollars
Check on yo dawg he got hit in the collar
Flex that lil bread when he left he got followed
We need a lawyer he need a doctor
They watching the steps that i took like a toddler
Been out this bitch by myself ain’t no vouchers
Literally… look…
No lovey Dovey she suck it she swallow
She act like she love me That hoe need a Oscar
Eat up my babies ain’t buying no diapers
Just do what i say like it came out the Bible
Five five sixes gone hit out this rifle
Bro get to sliding I’m sliding beside him
Who the hell said you could play wit my partners
Advise you to shoot the fuck out yo advisor
All these switches fucked up my environment
All these snitches fuck wit my anxiety
Bro lift the phhhh wit the phhhh and a phhhhh
Ain’t no way in hell they surviving that rivalry
The streets was my teachers
Was raised wit them creatures
Can u keep secret like Illuminati
Talk to the preacher before you talk to me
Can I’ll send you to God if you feel Godly
Bad bitch from out the country love my country grammar
I’m in Atlanta wit two or three scammers
I’m in Atlanta wit Prancer the Dancer
I’ll put a hoe on a hoe like I’m Santa
Bro moving slow he got 4 in a Fanta
That bitch that you loving I’m fuckin on camera
Pussy don’t like it then change the channel
I’m the lil **** that raised the standards
Hunnids on hunnids I’m holding for ransom
still adding dollars on dollars on dollars
Check on yo dawg he got hit in the collar
Flex that lil bread when he left he got followed
We need a lawyer he need a doctor
They watching the steps that i took like a toddler
Been out this bitch by myself ain’t no vouchers
Literally… look…
Bitches ain’t shyt I can give you an example
She do different people like Hanna Montana
I seen her scheming from Tampa to Bama
We met in Gwinnett but i left her on candler
I turned a Capricorn into a cancer
I turn a hoe house to a mansion
I get to clutching this fire on the random
Play wit this shyt and get left wit a pamper
Stick on a jit like a corn on the cobb
Stick on me bitch I’ll Chicabob ya
These people must be on fentanyl
one night wit us she’ll risk it all
See thru this shyt like a crystal ball
that ain’t how them people built at all
I’m sorry your honor they knowing I’m trauma’d
They plot on this room imma shooting thru the wall
Bad bitch from out the country love my country grammar
I’m in Atlanta wit two or three scammers
I’m in Atlanta wit Prancer the Dancer
I’ll put a hoe on a hoe like I’m Santa
Bro moving slow he got 4 in a Fanta
That bitch that you loving I’m fuckin on camera
Pussy don’t like it then change the channel
I’m the lil **** that raised the standards
Hunnids on hunnids I’m holding for ransom
still adding dollars on dollars on dollars
Check on yo dawg he got hit in the collar
Flex that lil bread when he left he got followed
We need a lawyer he need a doctor
They watching the steps that i took like a toddler
Been out this bitch by myself ain’t no vouchers
Literally… look…
Written by: Jonah Wilbon
