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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddie Burns
Eddie Burns
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Apolonio Velasco
Omar Apolonio Velasco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Lamalfa
Paul Lamalfa
Producer
Omar Apollo
Omar Apollo
Producer

Lyrics

You a ho when it comes to real life
Hot tub, what that coffee feel like?
Nice rug, I ain't talking real pipe
Cyclops on the twelve, come near, I
I dress up when I hang with rich kids
I guess I'm hanging with rich kids, hey
I just thought of some new shit, yeah
And we still watching bootleg
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh, you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh, you wanna rock the beat?
You ain't ever seen a brown boy like this
I shoulda seen your lips through your eyelids
I shoulda bought some gas for the mileage
Now, my whip hella stuck with no pilot
Indiana kinda hot for my biceps
I ain't really got no biceps
Why you always concerned who I kiss?
Yeah, I just wanna call for a ride in
My baby's calling me
I'm picking up like, "Hey, babe"
Asking where I'm at
I just say, "OK"
My baby's calling me
I'm picking up like, "Hey, babe"
Asking where I'm at
I just say, "OK"
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh, you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh, you wanna rock the beat?
Fuck, what you do to my head?
You should step out before you find something bad
You should call the cops when you give me a lift
You should call the cops when you give me a lift
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh, you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh, you wanna rock the beat?
Written by: Omar Apolonio Velasco
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