Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyChiefDoit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayden Whittier-Jones
Lyrics
Vyacheslav Voevodin
Composer
Nicholas Leon Branchello
Composer
Derrick Milano
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
icyboiii
Producer
!Lil Nick
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****, that's a bad motherfuckin' mamma jamma right here
**** know what the fuck goin' on
I'm the realest **** you done ever seen
What the two-six-twelve mean , twenty six guns, twelve deep, bitch
Slatt
Uh, uh, uh
Zoo life 'til I croak, ****
I say
Uh
[Verse 1]
Your bitch is a skeezer, real **** pleaser
She tryna come and feel this California breezer
Bitch, you don't need me, hoe you need Jesus
Young ghetto diva, turned to a believer
Your bitch is a skeezer, real **** pleaser
I could bet your bitch gon' let me fuck her if I tease her
I done fucked a hundred hoes
Keisha, Felisha, Anita, Tyesha, Jaleah, Amiya
Either way, I'm leavin', girl, I don't need a reason
Uh, see ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Light 'em like a candle, I need more ammo
Dick game, John Cena, nickname Rambo (Bitch, I'm Rambo)
Nickname Rambo, on B
What? Nickname Rambo
Nickname Rambo, Nickname Rambo
Nickname Rambo, Nickname Rambo
[Chorus]
I'll fuck around tweak in this bitch, if she play then I'm leavin' the bitch
Dead ****, it reek in this bitch, fuck the net we ain't speakin' on shit
My girl so much as look at a ****, we done, ain't no keepin' the bitch
Lil' Chief hard as hell, I cannot believe that **** could sleep on the kid
[Verse 2]
Been in the A for way too long, got turned to an Atlanimal
I ain't never heard a song, don't ask if I'm a fan of ya
Your girlfriend a cannibal, so I nicknamed her Hannibal
She hop in bananas, the lil' bitch pussy flammable
No lie, this beat fast as hell, I'm running out of stamina
She say DThang dogged her out, I told her he's an animal
I'm Super P, capital, ****, I'm going national
He the type to woof at you, I'm the type to blast at you
Uppercase, capital, I capital A top all you ****
You know me, I'm capital B, not broke lil' bitch, I'm ballin' ****
Capital C, can't you tell, can't you see I'm a taller ****?
D don't trip, don't fall a ****, Z to the L is a mob of ****
This hoe keep on tryin' to fuck, I tell her to shut up, I'm makin' a Triller
Ten mil' make me feel 6'7, I feel like Skrilla
Telling my old bitch let me right my wrongs, feel like Bryson Tiller
Since the opps won't come outside, tell they hoes I'ma come through killin'
[Chorus]
I'll fuck around tweak in this bitch, if she play then I'm leavin' the bitch
Dead ****, they reek in this bitch, fuck the net we ain't speakin' on shit
My girl so much as look at a ****, we done, ain't no keepin' the bitch
Lil' Chief hard as hell, I cannot believe that **** could sleep on the kid
I'll fuck around tweak in this bitch, if she play then I'm leavin' the bitch
Dead ****, they reek in this bitch, fuck the net we ain't speakin' on shit
My girl so much as look at a ****, we done, ain't no keepin' the bitch
Lil Chief hard as hell, I cannot believe that **** could sleep on the kid
Written by: Derrick Milano, Jayden Whittier-Jones, Nicholas Leon Branchello, Vyacheslav Voevodin