Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
Rap
Fenix Flexin
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Master Kato
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Rob Vicious
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Fenix Rypinski
Rap
Robert Magee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Branden Dion McNair
Songwriter
LaRon Robinson
Songwriter
OhGeesy
Songwriter
Shoreline Mafia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OhGeesy
Executive Producer
Fenix Flexin
Executive Producer
Ron-Ron The Producer
Producer
TK Kimbro
Executive Producer
Beatboy
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Picaso Jeremiah Aubert
Executive Producer
Lyrics
After FOX 11 first aired this story promo
Members of Shoreline Mafia posted to their Instagram account
This response, "Expletive FOX, we sippin' juice for life" (it ain't nun major)
(Beat Boy taught me, Beat Boy taught me)
(RonRon, do that shit, RonRon, do that shit)
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
Ballin', this ain't no free throw
Got your bitch on my dick, she a freak ho
Pour a six, I remix while she deepthroat
Drop the top off the whip, but bitch, this ain't a Jeep though
Fast whips, bad bitch, you knowin' how we go
I'm a migo, I ain't talking 'bout the trio
And the pack hella musty, smell like some BO
You buyin' more than one, then I might cut a deal
For real, that's for real
And the pack hella musty, smell like some BO
You buyin' more than one, then I might cut a deal (for real)
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
I be fucking hoes but it ain't nothin' major
Oh, what, baby, you ain't know I was a player?
Runnin' 'round the city, think I should run for mayor
Let a bitch choose up, you the type of nigga, save her, damn (damn)
All you niggas disappointments
Nut on your bitch, rub it on her like some ointment
Got your bitch on the way, she got a dick appointment
And all my niggas finna join
You be worried 'bout a bitch, I be worried 'bout some coin
Good steak on my plate, you be eatin' sirloin
Good lean in my cup, every sip I enjoy
I don't trick on a bitch, she a bitch I employ, ay (ay)
But she got that trick on me
It's a fee for the 'Gees, make a G off her knees
I ain't tryna be the P, but she begged on her knees
So she run that shit up and run it right back to me, ay
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
Writer(s): Alejandro Coranza, Branden Mcnair, Laron Robinson
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