歌词
作词 : Charles Davis/jayvon crump
作曲 : Charles Davis/jayvon crump
制作人 : Jayco/Thankutimmy/Wardo
[Intro: BAK Jay]
(Wardo, what the hell goin'?)
Bitch, I got this ho for a reason, nigga
Why the **** you be ridin’ with that?
I like puttin' opps in hats (Yes, Jayco)
[Chorus: BAK Jay]
Damn, why the **** he be ridin' with that? (**** he be ridin’ with that?)
Like he ain't got shit to lose? Nigga, I like puttin' opps in hats (I like puttin' opps in hats)
I like puttin' buttons on all of my Glocks, this bitch right here shoot fast
Talkin' 'bout ****in', I told her I’m cool, damn, then the bitch got mad (Damn)
[Verse 1: BAK Jay]
Then the bitch got sad, whole lot of, hang on, this bitch got ass
He tried to move, he all in the suburbs, we finna spin through that ho with class (Baow, baow)
All that dissin’, he thinkin' he safe, hell nah, nigga, we saved the best for last
Don’t none of my niggas be duckin' thе crash, flexin' his money, we takin' his cash (Takin’ his shit)
Hold on, I think I see him (Think I see him)
Whеn you see me, know you see this ice on me, white tee on
Ran through so much racks in like six months, don't know how much I spent
Don't speak on the drill, just know a nigga ass got killed, so many blocks got bent (Brrt, brrt)
[Refrain: BAK Jay]
Why you be ridin' with that? I don't know shit, why you be ridin' with that? (Why you be ridin' with that?)
Why you be ridin' with that? I don't know shit, why you be ridin' with that? (I don't know)
Why you be ridin' with that? I blow shit, boy, don't get pushed back
We smoke shit, just got another pack
Handlin' business, these bitches get me off track
[Chorus: BAK Jay]
Damn, why the **** he be ridin' with that? (**** he be ridin' with that?)
Like he ain't got shit to lose? Nigga, I like puttin' opps in hats (I like puttin' opps in hats)
I like puttin' buttons on all of my Glocks, this bitch right here shoot fast
Talkin' 'bout ****in', I told her I'm cool, damn, then the bitch got mad (Damn)
[Verse 2: Chuckyy & BAK Jay]
Uh Hop out, blick, Drac' or button, shit go off like trumpets (Brr)
We don't sneaky slide, in middle school, we was linkin' up to stomp shit
Chuckyy don't party in functions, I'm probably outside in waitin'
I barely pop out with Micro, tuck the 10, know that's my favorite (Brrt, brrt)
Super kit up in the 'Rari, stomp the gas, it get to shakin'
We don't tolerate no backdoor, we'll walk up on 'em, face 'em (For real)
12 bust a U, foenem skate 'em, .308 wake up the neighbor (For real)
Ain't no room, well, then scoot over, know I fell in love with blazin'
Pour more lean and grab more 'bow, don't pass my blunt, you know I'm facin'
Your bitch say that I'm her favorite, GTA, we leave shit wasted
Glizzy right there where my waist be, club security not gon' search me
Sometimes tuck the Micro in my jumpsuit, make it poke on purpose (Brrt, don't try me)
[Refrain: BAK Jay]
Why you be ridin' with that? I don't know shit, why you be ridin' with that? (Why you be ridin' with that?)
Why you be ridin' with that? I don't know shit, why you be ridin' with that? (I don't know)
Why you be ridin' with that? I blow shit, boy, don't get pushed back
We smoke shit, just got another pack
Handlin' business, these bitches get me off track
编程 : Jayco/Thankutimmy/Wardo
音频工程师 : Fam
人声 : BAK Jay/Chuckyy