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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
Paul Williams
Paul Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Macfly Beatz
Macfly Beatz
Producer
Amani “A$” Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, they got a lil' background noise in the back, excuse that We havin' a, a PP private party Just know what I'm sayin' (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe) Ayy, yeah (yeah) Turn me up (turn me up) I'm fuckin' an opp bitch (uh-huh) If Peter Piper was like me, that nigga'd pop shit (yeah) I'm on a jet off pills, yeah, I'm high as a cockpit (as a cockpit) In the booty club, throwin' that Lucci Lu like YFN, woo (alright) Fuckin' a bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (alright) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (alright) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah) I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (yeah) I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank Yeah (yeah), we on 1942, we on DeLeon (we on DeLeon) Pop a G6 (yeah), get your jiggy on (get your jiggy on) Honey pack, throw it back, I'm bustin' ten nuts (yeah) Buy a bitch a watch and chain like she us now (alright) Turn me up (yeah), pop up, bad sluts (yeah) Bae, it's shot o'clock, take a shot in the club Pipe her up (yeah), I pipe a bitch up (a bitch up) Bitches play me, foul, still score, AND1, yeah Turned up off that drank (yeah), doin' shit you can't (alright) Bitch, stay in your lane (phew), I'm grippin' wood grain (I'm grippin' wood grain) My jacket Palm Angel (yeah), I'm dripped in new Celine (dripped in new Celine) I'm puttin' on for the team (yeah), I do my damn thing, woo (alright) Fuckin' a bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (alright) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (alright) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah) I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (yeah) I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') Ridin' rollin' in a Rolls-Royce, I treat it like a Trackhawk (yeah) Would've popped that pill for your motherfuckin' nice, thought (alright) Foreign whip, go two hundred miles like a NASCAR (yeah) Nigga, if your bitch leave you (leave you), it ain't my fault (yeah) Real P (P), uh, real P pusher (yeah) Real P (real P), uh, real P nigga (yeah) Real P (real P), real P pusher (yeah) Real P (real P), real P pusher (yeah) Got that drank in my system (phew) Nigga, got that drank in my system Yeah, got that drank in my system (alright) Nigga, got that drank in my system, woo Fuckin' a bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (alright) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (alright) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah) I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah), I'm fuckin' bad bitch (yeah) I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (yeah) I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') I'm turned up off that drank (know what I'm sayin') Every time my high go down, I pop another one Every time you lookin' for your ho, she out here fuckin' one (yeah) Every time my high go down, I pop another one (yeah) Every time you lookin' for your ho, she out here fuckin' one (phew) Real P (real P), uh, real P pusher (yeah) Real P (real P), uh, real P nigga (yeah)
Writer(s): Paul Williams, Robert Coleman Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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