Lyrics: Chase Mitchell
Music: Chase Mitchell
Producer: CXO/Warren Hunter
[Chorus]
I just wan' **** on my ho (What?), I just wan' **** on my ho (Woah, woah)
I'm finna pop me a bean, I just wan' **** on my ho, bitch, yeah
Okay, I'm back on the Act', I had to jump on the jet, bitch, yeah
Okay, I'm back on the Act', I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, I kept my foot on the gas, she put my dick in her ass (Let's go, yeah)
I'm puttin' the stick up like Afghanistan, blatt, yeah
I'm cookin' the mother****in' opp, I'm cookin' that boy in the pan (Pssh)
Okay, we cannot push up the spot, I'm tryna injure the man
Okay, yeah, I been sippin' the Wock', it cost an arm and a leg, uh, yeah
All of the pain in my chest, she just be slayin' the bag, yeah, yeah
They sippin' tabs with the feds, I told 'em jump on my head, huh, yeah
I send 'em far, fetch, okay, here's a catch (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
I let her bounce on it all day, trampoline
My niggas, we keepin' the cool, my niggas, we keepin' it clean
Blatt, yeah, I **** her, she said she can't walk, I **** her, she never wan' leave (Yeah, she never wan' leave)
I-I-I **** her, she said she can't walk, I **** her, she never wan' leave (Yeah, she never wan' leave)
[Chorus]
I just wan' **** on my ho (What?), I just wan' **** on my ho (Woah, woah)
I'm finna pop me a bean, I just wan' **** on my ho, bitch, yeah
Okay, I'm back on the Act', I had to jump on the jet, bitch, yeah
Okay, I'm back on the Act', I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt, yeah)
I just wan' **** on my ho (What?), I just wan' **** on my ho (Woah, woah)
I'm finna pop me a bean, I just wan' **** on my ho, bitch, yeah
Okay, I'm back on the Act', I had to jump on the jet, bitch, yeah
Okay, I'm back on the Act', I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, I kept my foot on the gas, she put my dick in her ass (Let's go, yeah)
I'm puttin' the stick up like Afghanistan, blatt, yeah
I'm cookin' the mother****in' opp, I'm cookin' that boy in the pan (Pssh)
Okay, we cannot push up the spot, I'm tryna injure the man
Okay, yeah, I been sippin' the Wock', it cost an arm and a leg, uh, yeah
All of the pain in my chest, she just be slayin' the bag, yeah, yeah
They sippin' tabs on the feds, I told 'em jump on my head, huh, yeah
I send 'em far, fetch, okay, here's a catch (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
I let her bounce on it all day, trampoline
My niggas, we keepin' it cool, my niggas, we keepin' it clean
Programming: CXO/Warren Hunter
Audio Engineer: Che
Mastering Engineer: CXO
Vocals: Che