More songs by EBK Young Joc
Description
Featured Vocals: Drake
Audio Recording Engineer: Finis "KY" White
Mixer: Finis "KY" White
Executive Producer: Finis "KY" White
Producer: Joshua "Southside" Luellen
Producer: Lexus "Lex Luger" Lewis
Mastering Engineer: Tal Miller
Executive Producer: Waka Flocka Flame
Lead Vocals: Waka Flocka Flame
Writer: A. Graham
Writer: J. Luellen
Writer: J. Malphurs
Writer: L. Lewis
Lyrics and translation
Original
She think we finna fuck just because I told her to turn around.
Stay calm, don't nobody move or make a sound. Fuck your big homie, nigga, we'll put him down.
All them dead-ass niggas in the ground.
Broke tendencies, we don't got that shit around. Shoot a what? Nigga, you was shootin' at the cloud.
Bust down, wrists on froze, bling-blaow. Keep a strap everywhere, it's in my drawers.
I get to clappin', round of applause. Piss with me, they get on it, lockjaw. What he got on?
Shit, I don't know, probably knockoffs.
In the club, yell the wrong shit, we gon' pop off. Baby girl with her neck out, she blew my socks off.
Pole on me even, bitch got me at Topgolf. Niggas' nerves really goofy, they really be cots off.
So I don't fuck with 'em. Durk be teed up, bitch, you had enough jiggas.
Juvi keep the tool, he told me that shit stuck with him.
Mello Sleeze not the kind that you wanna fuck with. Trey gon' do the dash every time, don't tuck shit.
And Cam gon' press lines every time on a dumb bitch.
Sleazy B just got out, said he copped him a drumstick. RB mountain ginoble, he keepin' my fo' nicked.
Large Sleeze kinda slimy, my cuddy get so sick. If it's up, then it's up, my niggas got no picks.
English translation
She think we finna fuck just because I told her to turn around.
Stay calm, don't nobody move or make a sound. Fuck your big homie, nigga, we'll put him down.
All them dead-ass niggas in the ground.
Broke tendencies, we don't got that shit around. Shoot a what? Nigga, you was shootin' at the cloud.
Bust down, wrists on froze, bling-blaow. Keep a strap everywhere, it's in my drawers.
I get to clappin', round of applause. Piss with me, they get on it, lockjaw. What he got on?
Shit, I don't know, probably knockoffs.
In the club, yell the wrong shit, we gon' pop off. Baby girl with her neck out, she blew my socks off.
Pole on me even, bitch got me at Topgolf. Niggas' nerves really goofy, they really be cots off.
So I don't fuck with 'em. Durk be teed up, bitch, you had enough jiggas.
Juvi keep the tool, he told me that shit stuck with him.
Mello Sleeze not the kind that you wanna fuck with. Trey gon' do the dash every time, don't tuck shit.
And Cam gon' press lines every time on a dumb bitch.
Sleazy B just got out, said he copped him a drumstick. RB mountain ginoble, he keepin' my fo' nicked.
Large Sleeze kinda slimy, my cuddy get so sick. If it's up, then it's up, my niggas got no picks.