More songs by Skrilla
Description
Producer: Goorski
Producer: ProdCaden
Mixer, Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: MixedbyNick
Associated Performer, Rap Vocalist: Skrilla
A& R: Kiko Castillo
A& R: Vidal Barclay
A& R Admin: LaKia Smith
A& R Admin: Liz Isik
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Matthew Clemens
Composer Lyricist: Jemille Edwards
Composer Lyricist: Igor Górski
Composer Lyricist: Caden Sheputis
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayy, a-after every bar, just, just clap. After every bar, just clap.
With the glizzy though.
When I walk up in this bitch, I do the two-step.
Brodie put that crouton on the back of the glizzy, that boy two-strapped.
That bad bitch, she put that coochie on that nigga, now he too wet.
I bought two whips, one to do the drills and one to move the whole brick, ayy. Walking with a limp, I got that la-di-da-di-da-di-da-da.
Jumping out the whip, you just hear bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla.
How you started fucking with that doggy? You can't lie about it.
I be geeked up, rolling on my shot, I gotta get fried about it.
I done caught a body, seen his face and I couldn't sleep about it.
Running in these streets, I got a pace, I gotta keep my rocket. Brodie got pulled over, caught a case and then he started preaching.
Brodie changed his life, he went to church and then he turned to deacon.
I done seen a gangster turn to wankster, no apparent reason.
I done hit the doggy with the drank and then it made it decent, uh.
Bitch, I'm fucking with that da-di-da-di-da. They had a LoJack on the whip, I called the ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, uh.
Hear the doggies howling at the moon, I'm really outside with the goons.
We outside 'til the sun at noon, 'til the sun at night, and we gon' get it right.
We parking up them V's and we gon' hop out, we gon' take your life, uh.
When I walk up in this bitch, I do the two-step.
Brodie put that crouton on the back of the glizzy, that boy two-strapped.
That bad bitch, she put that coochie on that nigga, now he too wet.
I bought two whips, one to do the drills and one to move the whole brick, ayy. Walking with a limp, I got that la-di-da-di-da-di-da-da.
Jumping out the whip, you just hear bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla. How you started fucking with that doggy?
You can't lie about it.
I be geeked up, rolling on my shot, I gotta get fried about it.