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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sheck Wes
Sheck Wes
Performer
Young Thug
Young Thug
Remixer
Chase Benjamin
Chase Benjamin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Composer
Khadimou Fall
Khadimou Fall
Composer
Chase Benjamin
Chase Benjamin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Yepes
Bryan Yepes
Producer
Jaime “Jimmy Cash” Lepe
Mixing Engineer
Chase Benjamin
Chase Benjamin
Producer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm goin' dumb in a mosh pit
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it
I can't close my eyelids
Why? 'Cause a young **** off it
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet
Last year, made a big profit
Big bands, put it in my wallet
Smokin' this gas got me coughin', yessir
If you talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin
Bitch, bitch
Yeah, yeah
It's a motherfuckin' stick-up
Put your hands up or get hit up
I grew up a bad ****
Section 8 baby (In the projects)
I was in the projects with the hitters (Hitters)
Now I count bands, count figures (Chicken)
You don't fuck with Sheck Wes, get the finger (Bitch)
Danced on a ho like Mike (Yes)
Danced on a ho like the wizard (Thriller)
My young heart cold like December (Bitch)
Streets done turned him into a killer
[Verse 2]
The car panoramic, all white, Ku Klux Klan-in'
I got in her panties, I didn't eat the candy
The new one is Spanish, I hopped out the coupe
Gave a rack to her grannie
I don't do the bogus, ain't tryna expose you
I didn't even tell 'em your house was foreclosure
I didn't even know, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry
I thought that you fucked him, I owe you for life and you won with no score
[Verse 3]
I hop off the jet, I hop on the boat
I'm smokin' Biscotti, it's makin' me choke
I have after parties and air out the parties
I'm drinkin' red, I don't want no Bacardi
When I get the kids, you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need a little break and they fussin' with you
It's the oath to shoot out of the bucket with you
Need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
I gave way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic
Got Daytonas, Breitlings, got Skeletons added
This shit don't look average, I like how it's settin'
I'm checkin' the static, I'm checkin' the settings
This bitch 'round my neck, eat while cookin' my patty
[Verse 4]
I'm hungry as fuck, tryna eat out her caddy
I got the biggest spot inside the valley
I'm next to John Wall, I could throw him an alley
Run the play, boy, mansion is steppin'
I put on some ice, now I'm cold as an attic
I know how to fold, I took all my cash in
I know how to fish, I know that I'm rich
I poured an eighth in a Sierra Mist
Ran up some M's, I don't need a lick
Heard she was gone, I don't see that bitch
[Verse 5]
I'm goin' dumb in a mosh pit
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it
I can't close my eyelids
Why? 'Cause a young **** off it
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet
Last year, made a big profit
Big bands, put it in my wallet
Smokin' this gas got me coughin', yessir
If you talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin
Bitch, bitch
It's a motherfuckin' stick-up
Put your hands up or get hit up
I grew up a bad ****
Written by: Chase Benjamin, Jeffrey Williams, Khadimou Fall
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