Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Quez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lamar Henderson
Songwriter
Michael Willis Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JF
Producer
Mystro Exclusive
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
**** ain’t fucking with a picture of me
She know I’m him
I hit her friend and she gon still fuck me
Tryna play innocent after I hit bitch you should feel lucky
Bae in private but you gang I see you out in public
Come here bae quit running from me
You ever been fucked at a red light
Let Dski focus on the driving
You just get that head right
Where your phone go to find my
You might not make it home tonight
And you don’t wanna see nobody die
Turn off the location for me
When this pill hit you gon get flipped bae just be patient for me
Imma fuck you for an hour in the shower and the kitchen sink
Prada for the summer for the winter
You might get a mink
And I don’t usually trick
But you so thick
And you the one for me
She say she don’t cuff dick
But I’m first pick the one she want to keep
Keep it g
The way I apply pressure
Can you keep it P
She told she gonna try then seen big dawg
And turn into a flea
You a bad bitch
A happy hoe gon get some dough
Can’t be no sad bitch
You gotta stay about your feelings
Ain’t no bag in it
What you been missing I ain’t nothing like your last ****
I ain’t never been selfish
I’m the type to get a bag with you
You getting money by the bottles
She a bottle model
Imma a book a section just to bless her
I support your hustle
She said she used the n**s with some money
It take more to fuck her fuck it
Imma buy you a new ass and a new gucci duffle
Your tags bad who you with
Bitch I don’t think he love you
It couldn’t be me cause we backseat in traffic
Tripping thugging
She don’t get mad I’m off the migos
Trynna fuck her cousin
See a bitch I want
And imma tap her like go get it for me
You call her friend but I ain’t dumb
I know you bitches fucking long
As I’m in on it I ain’t trippin I just pushed a button
You a bad bitch
A happy hoe gon get some dough
Can’t be no sad bitch
You gotta stay up out your feelings
Ain’t no bag in it
What you been missing I ain’t nothing like your last n**
I ain’t never been selfish
I’m the type to get a bag with you
Written by: Lamar Henderson, Michael Willis Jr
