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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Famous Dex
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Roca
Songwriter
Dexter Gore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jarrod Lacy
Mixing Engineer
Roca Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dexter!
[Verse 2]
Fake ass ****, I don't give no fuck, that's how I feel
Well, I be talkin' shit
Check this out
[Verse 3]
**** they fake, stay hatin'
I fuck on they sista
**** they fake, what?
Run up on me, they just messed up, huh
Would a **** like some tissue? Ugh
Pussy ****, what's the issue, huh?
Yeah, I don't really like this ****
Huh, Fatdaddy, kill this ****, huh
Yeah, huh
Back then I was really raw
This year I'm gettin' hella dough
Blue cheese, yeah, I want more
Wait, look at my diamonds, they shine
Got Cartier, little bitch, ooh, huh
Look at my right wrist shine
Diamonds, stare at it, little bitch
Ooh, drinkin' lean like it's beer
Pulling bitches by their hair, ugh
Ridin' around in the Ghost, ha
Windows tinted like the mayor, ha
Yeah, what, huh, you can't shoot 'cause it's bullet proof, what
Fuck that little bitch, ain't none of you, huh
This lil' bitch is a, huh
Wait, I have to count my bands up
Bad bitch, I can't stand her
I just pulled up in a Range, truck
Wait, pulled up in a Range with her
Yeah, bitch, I'm in danger, huh
Thirty on my, keep it dangerous
What? I'm no singer, huh
Bullets flyin', make ya sang and yell, huh
[Verse 4]
Now I ain't really good at talkin' to ya
You know what I'm sayin, I'ma get back to it
Twin, you got some 'Woods to roll up in that bitch?
Yeah, I know, alright fuck it, I'm movin' on
I got this shit
[Verse 5]
Look at my middle finger, diamonds bitch
Shinin' ooh, what
Fuck your little bitch, that bitch be whining, what
Yeah, kick your bitch to the curb
I don't want a bitch that's square, huh
Get on my nerves, it sucks
These two bitches get on my nerves, what
Yuh
[Verse 6]
Wake up, smoke me a wake and bake
Yeah, huh, pussy ass ****, talkin', what
Put 'em ass in the lake
Thirty on me, I don't miss, huh, yeah
Shootin' like Jerry West
Bullets hit you right up in the chest, yeah, bitch
[Verse 7]
Ayo, shootin' like Jerry West, what
Bullets hit your ass in the chest, like ugh
[Verse 8]
Know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't gotta say my real name
Bitch ass ****, you know who behind this camera
The mic, hah! Can't fight
Ooh, I might, pop a lil' perc, all night
I swear to God, alright, huh, I'm high
She bi, huh, she wanna lick a lot
She wanna get some of this baby girl
Hell naw, that's a lie
Written by: Christian Jeroen Roca Y Van Der Hek, Christian Roca, Dexter Gore, Dexter Gore, Jr.