More songs by Skrilla
Description
Producer: PaculiarBeatz
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Phantom
Associated Performer, Rap Vocalist: Skrilla
A& R Admin: Liz Isik
A& R: Vidal Barclay
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Zay Keys
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Dave Huffman
Composer Lyricist: Jemille Edwards
Composer Lyricist: Alan Volmar
Composer Lyricist: Georgette Smith
Composer Lyricist: Carlos Young
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ay, af-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 glizzy, that boy too stretched
That bad bitch, she put that coochie on that nigga, now he too whipped
I bought two whips, one to do the drills and one to move the whole brick, ay
Walkin' with a limp, I got that dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah
Jumpin' out the whip, you just hear "blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah"
How you started fuckin' with that doggy? You can't lie about it
I be geeked up, rollin' off my shot, I gotta get fried about it
I done caught a body, seen his face and I couldn't sleep about it
Runnin' in these streets, I gotta pace, I gotta keep my rocket
Wodie got pulled over, caught a case and then he started preachin'
Wodie changed his life, he went to church and then he turned to deacon
I done seen a gangsta turn a wanksta, no apparent reason
I done hit the doggy with the tranq' and then it made it decent, uh
Bitch, I'm fuckin' with that dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
They had a LoJack on the whip, I caught a bah-bah-bah, uh
Hear the doggies howlin' at the moon, I'm really outside with the goons
We outside 'til the sun to noon, 'til the sun to night
And we gon' get it right
We parkin' up them Vs and we gon' hop out, we gon' take ya life, uh
When I walk up in this bitch, I do the two-step
Brodie put that crouton on the back of glizzy, that boy too stretched
That bad bitch, she put that coochie on that nigga, now he too whipped
I bought two whips, one to do the drills and one to move the whole brick, ay
Walkin' with a limp, I got that dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah
Jumpin' out the whip, you just hear "blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah"
How you started fuckin' with that doggy? You can't lie about it
I be geeked up, rollin' off my shot, I gotta get fried about it
English translation
Ay, af-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 glizzy, that boy too stretched
That bad bitch, she put that coochie on that nigga, now he too whipped
I bought two whips, one to do the drills and one to move the whole brick, ay
Walkin' with a limp, I got that dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah
Jumpin' out the whip, you just hear "blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah"
How you started fuckin' with that doggy? You can't lie about it
I be geeked up, rollin' off my shot, I gotta get fried about it
I done caught a body, seen his face and I couldn't sleep about it
Runnin' in these streets, I gotta pace, I gotta keep my rocket
Wodie got pulled over, caught a case and then he started preachin'
Wodie changed his life, he went to church and then he turned to deacon
I done seen a gangsta turn a wanksta, no apparent reason
I done hit the doggy with the tranq' and then it made it decent, uh
Bitch, I'm fuckin' with that dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
They had a LoJack on the whip, I caught a bah-bah-bah, uh
Hear the doggies howlin' at the moon, I'm really outside with the goons
We outside 'til the sun to noon, 'til the sun to night
And we gon' get it right
We parkin' up them Vs and we gon' hop out, we gon' take ya life, uh
When I walk up in this bitch, I do the two-step
Brodie put that crouton on the back of glizzy, that boy too stretched
That bad bitch, she put that coochie on that nigga, now he too whipped
I bought two whips, one to do the drills and one to move the whole brick, ay
Walkin' with a limp, I got that dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah
Jumpin' out the whip, you just hear "blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah"
How you started fuckin' with that doggy? You can't lie about it
I be geeked up, rollin' off my shot, I gotta get fried about it