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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Vocals
30 Roc
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Derrick Hill
Songwriter
Sakata Oatis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
30 Roc
Producer
Gentuar Memishi
Recording Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Had to motherfuckin, turn the motherfuckin' light off, that's what I had to do)
(Uh huh)
(We could turn the headphones up)
[Verse 2]
Slime, the whole gang slime
Pull up beside me, I'm fine
Reach in the bag, grab the iron
Still rock the ice when I'm flyin
If she ain't fuckin' she's fine
**** be hatin' on game
Really, shit sound like they cryin' (Bitch)
[Verse 3]
These **** big on the cap (Bitch)
Call Ripley's I think they lyin'!
These old **** gettin' washed
They could buy every new watch (And what?)
It still wouldn't buy 'em more time (Gang)
I pick the drip you could slime (Drip)
Don't make the game to a crime (Drip)
Get 'em on cam like a Vine (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
(Yeah ****, know what the fuck goin' on, ****)
(**** gon' keep forgettin' about who)
(**** gon' keep forgetting )
(Who goddamn started this motherfuckin' )
(New wave shit bruh, come on man, give me my respect bitch)
[Verse 5]
Smokin' like hickory (Hick)
Stay with the stick (Sick) for the trickery
Pay my respect, and keep takin' the victories
Buddy went missing, that shit was a mystery
Caught me a vibe, he had negative energy
Don't be upset that I called you a mini-me
Keep me an Uzi, that shit be the mini gun
100 round clips, I fit right in the Tommy gun
[Verse 6]
My **** shoot, they don't do the octagon
Spider jump out like Decepticon
Right at your crib while you're eating dinner
Dressed in a mask like it's Comicon
12k on a hotel room
I like to sleep at the Palms
Neck filled up to her gums
All in her stomach like Tums
[Verse 7]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said)
(And I'm an 8 Figure motherfuckin' 21 year old millionaire)
(I ain't got no kids either)
(Ain't no bitch gon' trick me out my dollar)
(I ain't taking care of none of these dry haired bitches' kids ****)
Written by: Derrick Hill, Miles Parks McCollum, Sakata Oatis, Samuel Gloade