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Description
Producer: Cardo
Producer: Ojivolta
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Marcus Fritz
Recording Engineer: DJ Moon
Mastering Engineer: Glenn Schick Mastering
Producer: Duce
Composer Lyricist: Jordan Carter
Composer Lyricist: Ronald Nathan LaTour Jr.
Composer Lyricist: Mark Williams
Composer Lyricist: Raul Cubina
Lyrics and translation
Original
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb Throwing that bitch like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding the bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding me a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback
Ice on my face, woah Bitches tryna chase, woah I ain't never flake, woah Tell me what it take, woah Tell me what it takes, woah Ooh, grab the duck tape, hey We not the same gang, woah
Ho ride bang bang, woah Long way to flyin' gang, woah We too insane on these hoes I took off my mask, you know They mad, no icy below And the hoes is fucking the hoes
Big rocks on me, psycho If you know what I know, I just hope Big cups, I'm sipping flamingo I was in the spot yesterday with my pops My grandma still play bingo Nigga went prime with the game I don't know why, but we gon' dunk hoes Shaking my dreads in her face This bitch a lil' vibe, put her on my demo Fuck all that talking, we popping this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
I was too zombie, boy, I can't feel myself, oh yeah, yeah
She used to trend the topics, I'm tryna pop, oh yeah, yeah Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out Hit it one time, then you out
Fuck all these bitches in boxes, all of these hoes are hot Ooh, I'm walking around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots
Bitch, trust these pictures, I don't give a fuck 'bout much
I think I need me a ice spice, yeah, I want me a munch
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb Throwing that bitch like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding the bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding me a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback
Yeah, yeah Throw it like twelve Just so you know we don't fuck with twelve Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself
They got money on your top, who say you can't buy help?
I'm feeling like Joe or something Like Terror Squad, we blowing something She popping them thirties
Thinking they working, but they ain't doing nothing She doing Ozempic, tryna be different Tryna be a newer woman That shit look iffy, need a dick You need it to move something Like improve something Just don't you remove nothing Crib like a zoo, jumping We got Reggaetoon bumping I need me two coming Double-double, quick drumming I keep a full drum and never know what fool's coming
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb Throwing that bitch like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding the bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback Standing in the field, holding me a bomb Throwing that ho like a quarterback