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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Ugly God
Ugly God
Vocals
30 Roc
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Royce Davison
Royce Davison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
30 Roc
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(30, you a fool for this one), run it up Mhm I finally realized why you niggas hatin' Niggas ain't gettin' no money, man 'Cause when you ain't gettin' no money, you know what I'm sayin' You know what I'm sayin', stressed out, you know what I'm sayin'? Stressed out when you gettin' no money Real stresses over here, niggas is stressed for real Yup, aye, yup (yup), aye, yup (yup), aye Yup (yup), yup (yup), yup (yup), yup (yup) Yup (yup), yup (yup), yup (yup), damn (yup) (aye, yeah, yeah) Yup (yup), damn (yup, skrr), yup (yup), yup (yup) Yup (yup) (God), yup (yup) (Boat), yup (yup) (God), yup (yup) (Boat) And that lil' car go fast (fast) And that lil' car go zoom (zoom) That lil' bitch got a fat ass (ass) Took that lil' bitch to the room (whoo) My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks) My niggas walked in with brooms (brooms) Try to take one of my chains All you gon' hear is a boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (damn) Boom (boom) (aye), boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (grr) (aye) Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh (I'm like, I'm like) Y'all can get hit with the boom (boom) (I'm like) Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh (I'm like) Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr) I'm like whoops, huh I might pull off in a coupe, huh Nigga, better not talk about my chain, huh Blow that bitch up like a nuke, huh I do this shit for my momma My momma told me, don't forget about my roots, huh I'm just counting my commas Talk down, I'ma stomp that boy outta my boots, huh Hop in the whip, and go vroom Nigga talk down, I go boom I won't even break a sweat I'ma just call up my goons Get yo' ass, gone for the low My shooters gon' ride to the moon Then I'ma fuck on ya ho Take that bitch back to the room (aye) I'ma shoot shots if you talk down on my name I don't miss shots, but my choppa got aim Old money, but I don't walk with a cane VVS diamonds, just talk to my chain Yeah, I beat her back out, it get knocked out the frame Fuck my old whip, had to cop me a Range She don't fuck with me right now, but as soon as I drive Guarantee she gon' fly for the fame And that lil' car go fast (fast) And that lil' car go zoom (zoom) That lil' bitch got a fat ass (ass) Took that lil' bitch to the room (whoo) My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks) My niggas walked in with brooms (brooms) Try to take one of my chains All you gon' hear is a boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (damn) Boom (boom), boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (grr) Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh Y'all can get hit with the boom (boom) Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr) Droppin' row (ooh, ooh) Death row (ooh) I bought six cars before 20 (skrr) Gave her that dick, now she love me (ooh) Gave her that dick, now she love me Lean in the glass, like it's bubbly, huh These niggas hate that I'm rich, huh These niggas hate on my bitch (fuck it) Fuck with that fuck up (damn) Fuck, then I dip, 'cause she stuck up (ooh) Cryin' hands up like a sticker (yeah) Hit the flicka da wrist, huh Bank on Lemony Snicket (ooh) Ice on my neck, cost a ticket (ooh) Your career rocky like ridges (ooh) Test me, you gon' need some stitches That goes for any of you bitches (Lil Boat) Chopsticks (ooh) Nigga, get beat up in the moshpits (yeah) Leave a nigga lumpy, like cheese grits (yeah) Dick 'bout long as four fish sticks (ooh) Middle finger to a cop (fuck 'em) Racist pig that can suck on my cock Big rocks all inside of my watch That's not a Rolex, my nigga that's Swatch And that lil' car go fast (fast) And that lil' car go zoom (zoom) That lil' bitch got a fat ass (ass) Took that lil' bitch to the room (whoo) My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks) My niggas walked in with brooms (brooms) Try to take one of my chains All you gon' hear is a boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (damn) Boom (boom), boom (boom) Boom (boom), boom (grr) Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh Y'all can get hit with the boom (boom) Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr) Skrr, skrr, skrr Skrr, skrr
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Samuel Gloade, Royce Davison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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