Lyrics
That's H-Mitch, yeah, aw, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
They're artists
Yeah, rah-rah, rah-rah
She gon' make it clap 'cause I say so
Ridin' 'round the trap countin' pesos
If he tryna run, I'll take his face off
In the back with some gunners tryna grab some
I think it was better with the lights on
Baby, tell me this the right song
Tell me when I'm comin' when the day is young
Then again, you come again, so tell me what you doin'
Uh, tell me what you doin'
Baby, tell me what you doin'
Trap house drummin'
New Phat City, niggas tryna come in
We got hundreds and 50s, all cash in that Goyard bag
A lil' baby tryna tip me like that, I like that, I like that
I think you sound better when you hit me through the phone line
Don't share all my secrets, don't you tell them through the grapevine
Baby, tell me what it's hittin' for (hittin' for)
You can run it back, baby, you can get some more (yeah)
Niggas better when you lock the door
Got you speakin' very loud, baby, make some noise
Girl, I can't deny, you one of a kind
If they said our love is wrong, believe it, it's no lie
This shit got me damaged, cut my hair so I can manage
Back door with my brothers, might as well decide you standin'
They can see your ghost, always do the fuckin' most
Run up in your room, bitch, we kickin' down your spot
If I swing my door, bitch, don't tell me you ain't hit your target
Murder that she wrote, oh, a four up and it's redrum
Bitch, you know you dead wrong
'Bout to turn this bitch up next
Never will I switch up on the gang from the East
You was trappin' on the streets, tryna roll another cheese
Told you many times that I ain't never FG
Bitch, I'm throwin' on a mask and I'm comin' in your whip
ARP up in my pants, bitch, I'm uppin' up my stick
He not comin' for your mans, swear to God that he won't
She gon' make it clap 'cause I say so
Ridin' 'round the trap countin' pesos
If he tryna run, I'll take his face off
In the back with some gunners tryna grab some
I think it was better with the lights on
Baby, tell me this the right song
Tell me when I'm comin' when the day is young
Then again, you come again, so tell me what you doin'
Uh, tell me what you doin'
Baby, tell me what you doin'
Trap house drummin'
New Phat City, niggas tryna come in
Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in
Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in
Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in
Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in
What you talkin' 'bout?
They're artists
Yeah, rah-rah, rah-rah
She gon' make it clap 'cause I say so
Ridin' 'round the trap countin' pesos
If he tryna run, I'll take his face off
In the back with some gunners tryna grab some
I think it was better with the lights on
Baby, tell me this the right song
Tell me when I'm comin' when the day is young
Then again, you come again, so tell me what you doin'
Uh, tell me what you doin'
Baby, tell me what you doin'
Trap house drummin'
New Phat City, niggas tryna come in
We got hundreds and 50s, all cash in that Goyard bag
A lil' baby tryna tip me like that, I like that, I like that
I think you sound better when you hit me through the phone line
Don't share all my secrets, don't you tell them through the grapevine
Baby, tell me what it's hittin' for (hittin' for)
You can run it back, baby, you can get some more (yeah)
Niggas better when you lock the door
Got you speakin' very loud, baby, make some noise
Girl, I can't deny, you one of a kind
If they said our love is wrong, believe it, it's no lie
This shit got me damaged, cut my hair so I can manage
Back door with my brothers, might as well decide you standin'
They can see your ghost, always do the fuckin' most
Run up in your room, bitch, we kickin' down your spot
If I swing my door, bitch, don't tell me you ain't hit your target
Murder that she wrote, oh, a four up and it's redrum
Bitch, you know you dead wrong
'Bout to turn this bitch up next
Never will I switch up on the gang from the East
You was trappin' on the streets, tryna roll another cheese
Told you many times that I ain't never FG
Bitch, I'm throwin' on a mask and I'm comin' in your whip
ARP up in my pants, bitch, I'm uppin' up my stick
He not comin' for your mans, swear to God that he won't
She gon' make it clap 'cause I say so
Ridin' 'round the trap countin' pesos
If he tryna run, I'll take his face off
In the back with some gunners tryna grab some
I think it was better with the lights on
Baby, tell me this the right song
Tell me when I'm comin' when the day is young
Then again, you come again, so tell me what you doin'
Uh, tell me what you doin'
Baby, tell me what you doin'
Trap house drummin'
New Phat City, niggas tryna come in
Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in
Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in
Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in
Niggas tryna come in, niggas tryna come in