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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Deuce
Vocals
Ayoza
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patavious Isom
Songwriter
Isiah Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayoza
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be buckin', trap be buckin'
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeh, ****, yeh, ****, yeh
[Verse 2]
Yeh, I rob 'em all, yeah, I kill
Yeh, I get them deals out them California hills
Just because I fell back, that don't mean I fell off
I got big dawg status, hitters know your head off
Smokin' weed at the school, gettin' in trouble with the law
Hardheaded ass ****, mama said, your ass soft
Hard hitter-as- ****, damn near knockin' heads off
Daddy found out I was GD, damn near knocked my chest off
Never been a scared ****, never been no dumb ****
Always 'bout that bread, ****, yeah, ****, yeah, ****
At 15, poppin' meds, ****, could've been a dead ****
You heard what I said, ****, yeh, ****, yeh, ****
[Verse 3]
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be buckin', trap be buckin'
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeh, ****, yeah, ****, yeh
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be buckin', trap be buckin'
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeh, ****, yeah, ****, yeh
[Verse 4]
(What the fuck?)
[Verse 5]
That-that my ad-lib
At first they wanna hit me till I run off on a deal
Do that **** got a hunded? Do that **** got a mil'?
Boy, don't worry 'bout my pockets, come and pick up your ho heels
YRN diamond chain, give a **** chill
Bet that she wan' fuck me, now she suck me soft until I'm still
Stupid boy, don't ask what's poppin' if you tryna make a deal
Boy, the only thing poppin' is these motha' fuckin' pills
Weed vacuumed sealed, ay, put 'em on the wheels, uh
Get it out the mud even though I gotta deal
(It is what it is, my ****, this shit real)
(Ten toes on my feet) Ain't no stranger to the field
[Verse 6]
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be buckin', trap be buckin'
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeh, ****, yeah, ****, yeh
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be buckin', trap be buckin'
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeh, ****, yeah, ****, yeh
[Verse 7]
Head banger (Yeh)
Head banger (Yeh)
Head banger, head banger
Head banger (Yeh)
[Verse 8]
Twisted fingers (Yeh) Twisted fingers (Yeh)
Twisted fingers (Yeh) Twisted fingers (Yeh)
Twisted fingers (Yeh) Twisted fingers (Yeh)
Yeh, ****, yeh, ****, yeh
Written by: Patavious Isom