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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Rock
Jay Rock
Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
SZA
SZA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Calor
Chris Calor
Songwriter
Cody Fayne
Cody Fayne
Songwriter
Derrick Hutchins Jr.
Derrick Hutchins Jr.
Songwriter
Isaiah Libeau
Isaiah Libeau
Songwriter
Johnny McKinzie
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Solana Rowe
Solana Rowe
Songwriter
Tyran Donaldson
Tyran Donaldson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Calor
Chris Calor
Producer
Skhye Hutch
Skhye Hutch
Producer
SmokeyGotBeatz
SmokeyGotBeatz
Additional Producer
ThankGod4Cody
ThankGod4Cody
Producer
The Antydote
The Antydote
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
[Verse 1]
I'm back in this bitch, ****, you know what's up
Stacking my dividends
Straight out that gutter, so you know just what you dealing with
Highly belligerent, but that's way before the liquor hits
Roll that kushie-kushie, rub on her goodie-goodies
Crush her so good, she all on my timeline now
Lookie, lookie, she tryna sabotage my thing
Never go brazy when you deep inside the pink
I'm low key like a drug dealer
So don't snitch, my ****, get your chips, my ****
Mind your business, I mind mines, let's get rich, my ****
Take our family on trips, my ****
But if you try me, then your wig I'ma split, my ****
And I ain't tryna kill my own kind
But we always losing to the wrong place at the wrong time
No lie, then they wonder why us **** always get high
Spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly
Another thou-wow on it just to get by
Fuck it, only got one life to live
Gotta push it to the limit, do it big like
[Chorus]
What? This shit is fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man, this shit 'bout to bubble
Big bankrolls, either hate it or love it
It's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin'
Just as long as you thuggin', yeah, it's fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man, this shit 'bout to bubble
Big bankrolls, either hate it or love it
It's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin'
Just as long as you thuggin'
Big bankrolls, just as long as you thuggin'
Whip game cold, just as long as you thuggin'
[Verse 2]
I pull up and park, hop out and swag
Grab the Glock out the trunk, other Glock in the stash
Just a regular **** with no chains or nothing
If I do get some shines, you try to snatch?
There's repercussions and concussions
You know what's after that, end of discussions
I came a long way from eating free lunches
From Mary County checks to making these numbers
Oh Lord, I'm just reminiscing
Could it be some intervention on some inner vision?
Now I don't know 'cause I'm just going with the flow
Whatever's required, I got it going for the low
[Verse 3]
I parted ways with my old self, I'm a new man
New face with a new stone and the blue band
Blew weight on a bad day with my loose ends
Suitcase full of merchandise, this my new plan
This my new wave, this my new tan
This my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand
This for shaking down you ****' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though, I'll ride with you then, bring the troops in
I fuck around and let 'em loose then
We'll give 'em blues then
Oh fuck it, call me Bobby Blue Bland
Aye, you a fool, man
Wide body, swerving at the intersection
Baby, come and get your blessing
And she gon' fuck with this erection
I got something good for all these hoes
She gotta want the blame 'fore I call these hoes
Now if I paid for your dress and the perm
That means you an investment, bitch, I'ma need my dough in return
[Verse 4]
Itching for a climax lasting past 11:30
Do you got it like that? Do you really got it like that?
Itching for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface
I ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that?
You keep talking 'bout time, I got none
You can find me where the sun don't ever end and the waves don't part
You don't pay enough of my rent, don't start
I got big dream and you got quick scheme
To get rich quickly, and I don't wanna waste another hour
Really need to take another shower
Dirty for you
[Verse 5]
Now this that big shell, fish scale
BMX on the ramp with the fishtail
Pegs on the front, we gon' get there
We four deep at a swap-meet, don't need a fifth wheel
This bitch steal whoever if situations get real
This that fresh out the bounty
Busting knuckles, get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle
Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts)
Show you why they hate more **** than Uncle Ruckus
Rolling up that boondock, some call it moon rock
Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in the tube sock
Gotta do what I do to remain on
So all a **** need is good love when I come home
'Cause the baby's gotta eat, baby
The rent's been due lately
And I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too crazy
Fugazi, not me, me and my **** not sweet
Give you thug passion, have you walking 'round knock-kneed
I'm the silver bullet moving at top speed
Show you how to get it and get away with it Scott free
Written by: Cody Fayne, Johnny McKinzie, Tyran Donaldson
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