Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jace!
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jace Salter
Songwriter
Kai Mathias
Songwriter
Orin Wyeth Rullo Friedman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jace Salter
Mixing Engineer
Orin Wyeth Rullo Friedman
Producer
Gateway
Producer
Lyrics
Knock that building down, demolish it (demolish it)
My gun don't jam, you'll think I polish it
Uh-uh (uh-uh)
Am I 'bout to keep the ho?
Uh-uh (uh-uh)
Pull up then we get shit gone, like-
No, no, no
Big truck, a big one
She get drunk
Damn, gotta lick one
I ain't gon' fuck
Baby, hit me when you sober
I get to countin' bucks
I get to-
Huh, hitting her buns
Whoa (whoa)
Tell her, "Whoa"
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa)
Tell her, "Whoa" (woah)
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa)
Tell her, "whoa" (whoa)
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa)
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa)
Tell her, "Whoa"
Break that block up, two by two
These bitches came in twos
I get to spinnin' around
We put 'bout two of them boys on the news (news)
I might hop in Urus and that 'Rari Spider too (spider too)
I might bring her 'round, and she be bringin' bitches for the crew
I was hittin' up grown bitches
Tell me, who momma is this? (momma is this)
I got some grown bitches (grown bitches)
I got so lonely (lonely)
Bad to the bone bitches (bone)
And some of 'em listen along (along)
She tryna play dry shit in this car
Tell that bit', "Leave me alone"
Flash out, flashin' out
Flashin' out, crash it
Smash out, max out
Make her pass out from clashin' (clashin')
I don't wanna fuck this bit' though
'Member steppin' down in Chantal's (whoa)
Pops told me not to trust these hoes
Jeep Grand Chero' (Chero')
I'm fuckin' Molly and Falecia and Sarah (Sarah)
Big ass Hummer truck, took that bit' out
Went to the Sahara (to the Sahara)
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa, damn)
Tell her, "Whoa" (that's it?)
Tell her, "Whoa" (that's it?)
Tell her, "Whoa" (that's it?)
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa, whoa)
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa)
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa, whoa)
Tell her, "Whoa" (whoa)
Writer(s): Jace Salter, Kai Mathias, Orin Wyeth Rullo Friedman
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