Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AJ, the One
AJ, the One
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jasmin Jerrai Barnett
Jasmin Jerrai Barnett
Lyrics
Amani Jalicia Moultrie
Amani Jalicia Moultrie
Lyrics
Christian Dacycuy Pascua
Christian Dacycuy Pascua
Composer
Justin Marks
Justin Marks
Composer
Anthony Baldonado
Anthony Baldonado
Composer
Justin Emanuel Harrington
Justin Emanuel Harrington
Composer
Everett Ryan Cain
Everett Ryan Cain
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Preachit2emchris
Preachit2emchris
Producer
dj icee
dj icee
Producer
Ant Dawg
Ant Dawg
Producer
Demeanor
Demeanor
Producer
Redd
Redd
Producer
Drewmixedit
Drewmixedit
Engineer
Milo Mu
Milo Mu
Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Slide with the gang, we outside, bitch, bop
**** all on my head, bitches all on my top
West side baby coming for the top spot
You ain't really from the city, quick lying, bitch stop
Never care what you was 'cause today you chopped
I got **** that'lll pop, we got blowers on the block
You ain't never been an equal 'cause you always been a flop
You a bop, you a bop, you a bop, you a bop
[Verse 1]
Gimme what you got, on the flo' wit' the knocks
You ain't never met a bitty from the city of the gods
I want it right now, no time to wait
Gotta make sure to put a **** in his place
I got bread, plates, fast pace
i5 wit the P in the scrape
It's a bag, chase, crash, weights
Outside wit' the B's and the grapes
[Chorus]
Slide with the gang, we outside, bitch, bop
**** all on my head, bitches all on my top
West side baby coming for the top spot
You ain't really from the city, quick lying, bitch stop
Never care what you was 'cause today you chopped
I got **** that'lll pop, we got blowers on the block
You ain't never been an equal 'cause you always been a flop
You a bop, you a bop, you a bop, you a bop
[Verse 2]
Ready or not, bitch, here I come
How you wanna handle this? A fade or a drum?
Neither one? Yeah, okay, you paid or you dumb
Pull up to the party wit' blades in my thong
It's cake in my lungs, I'm breaking five laws
Big trippin', I'm quick to get off
Yo' **** want me, that is not my fault
Need a dollar every time my name in yo' mouth, pause
[Verse 3]
Me the drama, head full of trauma
And he fuck better if he thinking it's a problem
On God
Yeah, baby, keep going full throttle
Put this pussy in ya mouth like a bottle
Anything you need in a woman, I got it
I done woke him out a dream 'cause I can't keep quiet
Inglewood bitch, I was born out of pocket
Not naan one **** gon' do a thing about it, yeah
[Chorus]
Slide with the gang, we outside, bitch, bop
**** all on my head, bitches all on my top
West side baby coming for the top spot
You ain't really from the city, quick lying, bitch stop
Never care what you was 'cause today you chopped
I got **** that'lll pop, we got blowers on the block
You ain't never been an equal 'cause you always been a flop
You a bop, you a bop, you a bop, you a bop
Written by: Amani Jalicia Moultrie, Anthony Baldonado, Christian Dacycuy Pascua, Everett Ryan Cain, Jasmin Jerrai Barnett, Justin Emanuel Harrington, Justin Marks
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