Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Eyo
Composer
Brandon William Peterson
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jayco
Producer
brandonbankroll
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Yes, Jayco)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, trip
Uh, uh, we bail out, blick
Grr, grr, grr, grr, uh
I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this shit all in my socket
I'm fly as fuck, baby racks in, mm
Uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Ma, she said I wouldn't be shit, now I'm out ridin' in a big Bentley
Tell my mama I'm good in the 'Raq, I don't need no security, I strapped with a 10 milli'
Thirty racks in my Amiri jeans, 23 under my armpit just incase it get iffy
Hope a **** ain't stupid enough, try to run up on me, try to take, get the whole fifty
[Chorus]
I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this shit all in my socket
Shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers
Oh, you wanna go on a date? Gotta tote that Drac' in that Birkin bag I bought you
I ain't gotta lie to no bitch, when I shoot out the Bali, she feedin' me tacos and Casa'
[Verse 2]
Shoot back to the 'Raq, got a lil' thick bitch, don't come through, **** tore block up
Micro Drac' got a hundred round mag' and that bitch can't miss, the sight like binoculars
Pull a **** whole card quick, you ain't never did shit, boy, you is a fuckin' imposter
Late night creepin', flyin' through the 'Raq like Batman, shorty 'nem come through robbin' 'em (Give me all of that)
Uh, this ain't no "Beat Box" shit, but shorty 'nem spotted and gotted him (There he go, bounce out)
And the way we bounce out, it's like you might as well stop opp ****, we handle 'em
Pull on the side of his whip, thirty bail out the clip, if he ain't checked, we pampered him
Catch a face, bail out, blick, I ain't never too rich, I'll kill a fuck **** on camera (Come here, come here)
[Chorus]
I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this shit all in my socket
Shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers
Oh, you wanna go on a date? Gotta tote that Drac' in that Birkin bag I bought you
I ain't gotta lie to no bitch, when I shoot out the Bali, she feedin' me tacos and Casa' (Come here)
I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this shit all in my socket
Shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers
Oh, you wanna go on a date? Gotta tote that Drac' in that Birkin bag I bought you
I ain't gotta lie to no bitch, when I shoot out the Bali, she feedin' me tacos and Casa'
[Outro]
Long live Fred, ****, Chuckyy keep one in the head, ****, bucks up, ****, you know how the fuck we rockin', man
Frrt, frrt, frrt, bail out, blick
Uh, uh, we bail out, blick
Uh, we chase shit, boy, don't trip
Catch a face, bail out, blick, I ain't never too rich, I'll kill a fuck **** on camera
Written by: Brandon William Peterson, Charles Davis, David Eyo

