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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
SaySoTheMac
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Deveion Toussant
Songwriter
Navin Upamaka
Songwriter
SaySoTheMac
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Navin Upamaka
Mastering Engineer
Shawn Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Then come to the mic like shit ****
And I made this off the green, I couldn't find no more lean
It's bad, bitch
Oh shit
[Verse 2]
Clowns, they all hating
Nobody never gave me nothing, on my bae
Where was you when I was hittin' gangs and aces
Scuff marks and I just bought these yesterday
Bag chasing, in the coupe drag racing
These **** dorks, all your **** will get torched
We know who winning, you ain't gotta check the score
Off this mud, I'ma abusing more than gold
Of a twenty, I would say I'm more than poured
These **** jaycats, I'm flu flamming off PayPal
Ten mopsticks all in the couch of my K5
But don't nobody know you when the deal plain filed
And all these bitches want you when they hear you getting out
But I ain't fucking with 'em, the fuck I look like, a clown? Goddamn
[Verse 3]
Too busy flu flamming mansions
I told her baby what's with with all them **** you barebacking?
You curving **** on the gram but you's a backseat bandit
I told the bitch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
You curving **** on the gram but you's a backseat bandit
[Verse 4]
Sayso the Mac, I'm flu flamming her trap
Backseat with the trick, busting bareback
Twenty huduns what the bitch better bring back
You wifing a ho, you better get that ring back
The twat got elastic, backseat bandit
She ate two Xanax, fuckin' without a plastic
She drastically out of pocket, she get her ass kicked
Sucking dick with dry lips, get her a chapstick
Sayso the Mac, king of firing a fag bitch
Broke ass **** mad 'cause they ain't got a bag bitch
Pull up at the slauson just to polish my teeth
I had to break the lil bitch before she polish my meat
[Verse 5]
Too busy flu flamming mansions
I told her baby what's with with all them **** you barebacking?
You curving **** on the gram but you's a backseat bandit
I told the bitch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
You curving **** on the gram but you's a backseat bandit
[Verse 6]
Damn baby
I just tryna figure out what's going on, like
Shit, like, you one like curbing and all that
Like bitch hold up, all them followers and all that shit, yeah
Hundred, two thousand, three thousand, hundred thousand, million
Like, like you the bareback champion bitch, like
Bitch you need to chill out like
You in that coupe goin' crazy, what you talkin' 'bout?
Like damn daddy
She's a backseat bandit
I'm saying though, hey, hey free everybody, hey
Y'all know, y'all know what's up
Bitch you know what them seats look like, bitch
Written by: Drakeo the Ruler