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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Costley Jr
Anthony Costley Jr
Songwriter
June James
June James
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AJ Costly
AJ Costly
Producer
June the Genius
June the Genius
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanging, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up one hundred bands with all of dogs at the Airbnb
All these **** tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clip for all these fuck ****
I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck ****
Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, ****
A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust ****
I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck ****
[Verse 2]
Aye, gang slide, gang slide, that's what I was doing last year
A lot of people say I'm being humble, ****, this the last year
Got some many bands, I'm the cashier, aye
A **** retired the hats, bitch, I can't do no cappin' here
And I gotta keep the rachet with me
Take his knee, got him Colin Kaepernick-ing
Puerto Rican, she freaky, I bag the bitches
Migros throw me the pussy, I'm dabbin' in it
I'm a Crip ****, but I gotta fuck with my slimes
Nike headband, got the check right 'round my mind
I just can't fuck with these fuck ****
Sniper look like a goose, I can't duck ****
I lay down on the pillow with plus three
Talkin' 'bout how they all wanna fuck a ****
I ain't no lick, ****, and I ain't no bitch ****
My taxes is six figures, but I drop that on my whip, ****
[Verse 3]
I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanging, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up one hundred bands with all of dogs at the Airbnb
All these **** tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clip for all these fuck ****
I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck ****
Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, ****
A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust ****
I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck ****
[Verse 4]
I be like fuck that ****, he ain't talkin' no money
If it ain't got twenties, fifties, hundreds, I don't love it
Look at my cup, it's double
Doin' donuts in public, aye
And Codeine a hellava drug
Sometime's a **** gotta go and say fuck it
Bought a new coupe for her, know my baby love it
Stirred the pot like a **** makin' butter
Holy water just to flood the face up
Natural bitches, I'm like, "Fuck makeup"
Like my bitchese wearing Marc Jacobs
She poppin' it, I gotta smash
She trippin', I got her a bag
I'm Crippin' Chanel on the rag
I ain't got time for these fuck ****
Keep a pistol on me, don't try your luck, ****
If you ain't gang, ****, I don't fuck with you
Fuck your kind, ****, you a fuck ****, aye
[Verse 5]
I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanging, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up one hundred bands with all of dogs at the Airbnb
All these **** tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clip for all these fuck ****
I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck ****
Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, ****
A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust ****
I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck ****
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