Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Mills
Songwriter
Donte Perkins
Songwriter
Mario Luciano
Songwriter
Jason Wool
Songwriter
Lauren Santi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
Producer
Tae Beast
Producer
Mario Luciano
Producer
thurdi
Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, when I drop my draws, bitches droppin' jaws
Metaphor for tellin' pussy **** I got big balls, no pause
I could put the paws on a broke boy
Slap the fuck out his face and take his Mario coins
[Verse 1]
Huh, 2025, I'm on my murder shit
Huh, I'm killin' everything suffering
From disease to obese, I'll ensure malnourishment
I could make a bitch slim fast and still keep the ass
Lookin' like an hourglass when I spend cash
Your bitch lookin' like a flask with her flat ass
She flatiron her hair, iron flatten out the line
I'm the truth, but if 12 ask, bitch, I am lyin'
Pardon my past, but judge, pardon my ass
I was hoppin' over counters while you boys was in class
I was on my B and E while you **** was 'sleep
You was rollin' baby strollers, we was rollin' up leaf
Used to hustle for the cash so the stomach don't rumble
Times like this keep a Black boy humble
So I love white folks when they understand the struggle
I hate white folks that be stuck inside a racist bubble
[Chorus]
Huh, so when I drop my draws, bitches droppin' jaws
Metaphor for tellin' pussy **** I got big balls, no pause
I could put the paws on a broke boy
Slap the fuck out his face and take his Mario coins
Huh, said when I drop my draws, bitches droppin' jaws
Metaphor for tellin' pussy **** I got big balls, no pause
I could put the paws on a broke boy
Slap the fuck out his face and take his Mario coins
[Verse 2]
I'm on my Joey Bada$$ at the fitted store
Bink-bink, knot a rapper up and leave him on the floor
I ain't rap like this since my bank account was poor
Ridin' in a hoopty and my mama had me doin' chores
Left the label, had to remind me just who I do it for
Me and the people like me, the rest of you ignored
Don't have to prove nothin' to no one, all these **** know one
**** that's at least one mile ahead and that's for sure one
Thing before you go and bump your gums around
Don't act like it ain't guns around to shoot up all the bums around
He middle class, went to college, but still was in the streets
All you **** callin' cap, I hit space and then delete, brr
[Chorus]
When I drop my draws, bitches droppin' jaws
Metaphor for telling pussy **** I got big balls, no pause
Written by: Donte Perkins, Jason Mills, Jason Wool, Lauren Santi, Leon McQuay III, Mario Luciano