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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
Tarik Amir Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MookToven
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Ay, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven)
Keed, talk to 'em
[Verse 2]
I got shooters so I hope a **** ain't on nothin' (Brrrt) (Wop)
Me and big slime fuckin' these hoes
Nah, we ain't cuffin' none them (Wop, wop)
I got cheese on me wrapped in Saran (Wop)
What's that floatin' 'round that Crush?
Man, that's all Xans (Let's go) (Wop)
Foreign ho just wanna embrace
She don't need no weave (Wop, wop)
Water on my neck and wrist, yeah, Dasani (Wop)
You can picture this right now, ain't talking Sony (Wop)
Black pitchfork, that's that Masi
Yeah, I did it from ground up
[Verse 3]
And I just left Bali and I'm smokin', mmm mmm
Naw, they can't be me
These **** can't see me
[Verse 4]
****, stop
Yeah, I pulled up on Bleveland Ave in that drop (Slime)
Yeah, Glock with a dick, yeah, it gon' pop (Boom)
Yeah, I got bad bitches, yeah, give me top (Toodles)
Off-White denim on, cost me a lot (No cap)
Off-White shoes, rock them bitches with Gucci socks (Big deal)
They don't wanna see them slimes out, they call the cops (No cap)
Yeah, you say you slime
But did your partners slime him out? (Slatt slatt)
I got up, they hands out
But y'all **** counted me out (Uh huh)
Any **** make a sound
I make Stick Baby clear the block (Skrrt)
On the way to these M's, I ain't even do no stops (Uh uh)
Bust down Rollie, no tick, no tock (Uh uh)
**** flexin' for the day
Gotta give it back at twelve o'clock (Uh huh)
(Keed, talk to em)
[Verse 5]
I got shooters so I hope a **** ain't on nothin' (Brrrt) (Wop)
Me and big slime fuckin' these hoes
Nah, we ain't cuffin' none them (Wop, wop)
I got cheese on me wrapped in Saran (Wop)
What's that floatin' 'round that Crush?
Man, that's all Xans (Let's go) (Wop)
Foreign ho just wanna embrace
She don't need no weave (Wop, wop)
Water on my neck and wrist, yeah, Dasani (Wop)
You can picture this right now, ain't talking Sony (Wop)
Black pitchfork, that's that Masi
Yeah, I did it from ground up
[Verse 6]
I got too many hoes to chase a thot bitch (Lil' bitch)
I don't argue with no peon, I just block the bitch (Block block)
I got two Bentleys, paid cash, no lie (Skrrt skrrt)
Hit the bitch from the side, she said, "Oh God" (Oh God)
I told Keed he up next, that's on my mama (Slatt)
I got cheese hidin' out just like Osama (Cheese)
With the slimes and they bite just like piranhas (Slimes)
I be ballin' on the block just like Mo Bamba (Whoo)
I was 18 in a Benz, not no damn Honda (Skrrt skrrt)
Doin' dash, got me sinnin' in front of your honor (Yeah)
I'm a real ****, I ain't with the he-say, she-say
And I'm the new 'Rari, not no Stingray (Keed, talk to 'em)
[Verse 7]
I got shooters so (Lil Boat)
I hope a **** ain't on nothin' (Wop) (Brrrt) (Slatt)
Me and big slime fuckin' these hoes
Nah, we ain't cuffin' none them (Wop, wop)
I got cheese on me wrapped in Saran (Wop)
What's that floatin' 'round that Crush?
Man, that's all Xans (Wop) (Keed, talk to 'em)
Foreign ho just wanna embrace
She don't need no weave (Wop, wop) (Yeah)
Water on my neck and wrist, yeah, Dasani (Wop)
You can picture this right now, ain't talking Sony (Wop)
Black pitchfork, that's that Masi'
Yeah, I did it from ground up
Written by: Rahkeed Render, Miles Parks McCollum