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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
Benjamin Shepard
Bass
Cam O'bi
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Osteen
Songwriter
Isaiah Rashad McClain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Shepard
Additional Producer
Cam O'bi
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
Mixing Engineer
Rory Behr
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
You know it scrub
It scrub
Meal, meal
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom, huh
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
The blow is good, the hoe is good, the show is good, you know it scrub
Cool as me out front the Kanku's store, kinfolk you know it's love
Clean as Tide, Aveeno, Head & Shoulders, hoe you know it scrub
Shoutout to my kinfolk, just got on that Coca-Cola, scrub
Watch my pole vault and my go-kart, this might get away as fuck
In my hood we call it buck, fuck 'bout what you think of me
All my hoes be nines and dimes, all she want is chicken grease
All you know is what your mammy taught you, 'bout the service, get your
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom, huh
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom, huh
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
The trunk was full, the ride was long, the cop was cool, we smoked in peace
Ain't we dem to move an ATM, might buy the atrium
Where you Zay? Highway 58 at my cousin house
Nowadays I like to bring my nephews and my budget out
I come from where you can't suck my dick and leave my cousin out
In my hood we call it clout, fuck 'bout what you think of me
All my hoes be nines and dimes, all she want is chicken grease
All you know is what your mammy taught you, 'bout the service, get your
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom, huh
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom, huh
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
Today was a keeper, yeah
I lost my heroes a long time ago, time ago
And fade away, way, away, way
They gon' bring you down and burn you out and fade away, way
They gon' bring you down and burn you out and fade away, way
They gon' bring you down and burn you out and fade away, way
Writer(s): Cameron Osteen, Isiah Mcclain
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