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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Nines
Vocals
J Styles
J Styles
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
Jordan Lindsay
Jordan Lindsay
Songwriter
Sadiki Forbes
Sadiki Forbes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Turner
Dave Turner
Mastering Engineer
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Mixing Engineer
5ive Beatz
5ive Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hopped out, hopped out the spaceship
Trapstar lifestyle, looking like I made it
Stepped out sauced, it's like that's my day shift
Opps stop gassing on the net until they get a facelift
[Verse 2]
Hopped out, hopped out the spaceship
Trapstar lifestyle, looking like I made it
Stepped out sauced, it's like that's my day shift
Opps stop gassing on the net until they get a facelift
[Verse 3]
I've been hustling all winter
Exploiting this fame, getting customers off Insta
Busy chasing money, **** say I act honey
Always got my strap, I ain't got a scratch on me
[Verse 4]
Used to have no swag, I dressed bum
Started going through them bricks like crash test dummies
Put some more P in the painting behind the safe
Rap star shit, pull up to probation in a Wraith
[Verse 5]
Ice City Boys, I'm the man in charge
If we was in the North Pole we'd be camouflage
Always keep my gun close
My phone won't stop ringing
Got a hunnid shots like Young Dolph
[Verse 6]
Selling pebbles on the block
Still got to check the PH levels on my crop
I could put these rappers on, I hear them quoting prices
I hope my ex know she'll never meet no one like this
[Verse 7]
Hopped out, hopped out the spaceship
Trapstar lifestyle, looking like I made it
Stepped out sauced, it's like that's my day shift
Opps stop gassing on the net until they get a facelift
[Verse 8]
When you see me fall off better hold your breath
So much loud in the base, fam, I'm going deaf
I got a sign, started trapping in crunch
What I made off my album, I get off packs in a month
[Verse 9]
Hopped out the spaceship, feeling like the sauce
Like how you put the Rolls Royce ceilings in the Porsche?
Still jam on the block, tell my youngins roll a zoot
When it comes to flying Benz, I want a golden boot
[Verse 10]
I got fifty keys in the trap
Bitch, I'm rich off of weed not off rap
Can't be my friend if you're cool with them pricks
Revolver in your face, call it views from the six
[Verse 11]
My **** got nicked with my bricks, now he in jail
It's fucked up, but I was more pissed about the L
I could tell they pussy, hopped out the whip
Burner on me, smelling like Girl Scout Cookies
[Verse 12]
Hopped out, hopped out the spaceship
Trapstar lifestyle, looking like I made it
Stepped out sauced, it's like that's my day shift
Opps stop gassing on the net until they get a facelift
[Verse 13]
Hopped out, hopped out the spaceship
Trapstar lifestyle, looking like I made it
Stepped out sauced, it's like that's my day shift
Opps stop gassing on the net until they get a facelift
Written by: Courtney Freckleton, Jordan Lindsay, Sadiki Forbes
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