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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna 4 Vegas
Stunna 4 Vegas
Vocals
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalick Caldwell
Khalick Caldwell
Songwriter
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Khaleel Griffin
Khaleel Griffin
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1st Class
1st Class
Producer
Kevin Mccloskey
Kevin Mccloskey
Mixing Engineer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
[Verse 2]
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These **** act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These **** act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'
[Verse 3]
That lil' **** flex, Hercules (4X)
I'm walkin' straight in, ain't no searchin' me (Fuck)
Put this dick on her, she like, "You hurtin' me"
Glock with a dick, send 'em up, no surgery (Come here)
He got hit with the whole magazine
Want beef with us, you need strategy (Huh)
I hit that nat, she attached to me
I'm with your ho blowin' dope off the balcony, uh
I spent your rent on a Moncler (Cash)
I made it back the next day (No cap)
I see through these ****, X-ray (Fuck)
She give me head, not headaches, uh (Nat nat)
Boy, you in the way, you dead weight (Bitch)
I spend backends on AK's (Blaow)
ARP's and them drake things
I put a rap check on your whole gang (Get 'em out of there)
I really be where they can't hang (Huh?)
Treat an opp block like a gun range (Hah)
I treat a thot thot like she nothin' (Ooh)
I came from shit, I make racks off performing (On gang)
And I'm booked like I'm touring (Booked)
All month, backends keep coming (Cash)
Hoe called, she say she horny
I'm on the road, I'll be there in the morning (Thot thot)
[Verse 4]
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These **** act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These **** act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
(Uh) Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there, Uh)
He say it's up, it's stuck
(Uh) I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
Yeah, pull up in a tank like Master P (Yeah)
Yeah, **** be after me (Yeah)
I got a .223 with me, yeah
Yeah, that bitch gon' shoot with me (Yeah)
Y'all **** dyin' in the streets tryna play with me
You know I love fuckin' beats (Yeah)
And I love fuckin' freaks
Fuck your ho, yeah, to sleep, yeah
And she wanna get geeked
Let that ho sip the double cup, yeah, with me, yeah
And I'm, I'm a king
Paradise East, PDE, yeah (Yeah)
Y'all **** can't fuck with me when it come to this beef (Uh-uh)
I'm pullin' up 'bout four deep
Everybody strapped up with me (Yeah)
We got them thirties and chopsticks (Yeah)
Yeah, ****, we gon' mop shit (Yeah)
Shoot a motherfuckin' opp bitch (Yeah)
And middle finger to the cops, bitch, yeah (Oh yeah)
On the block I be givin' **** hell
Hell yeah, I'm shell (I'm shell)
Thirty round, nah, nah for real
Y'all **** know what it is
[Verse 6]
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These **** act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These **** act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'
Written by: Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Khaleel Kenyatta Griffin, Quantavious Thomas, Tahj Morgan
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