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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
Flamey
Flamey
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
Andrea Principiano
Andrea Principiano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Flamey
Flamey
Producer
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
F-F-F-Flamin'
Bitch
Bitches out here tryna come up on a ****, you heard me?
You not 'bout to ball off me, so you can go and press another ****
You bitch ass, pussy ass ho
Right game, wrong ****
[Verse 2]
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a ****, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a ****, my watch and my chain bling
You gon' stand on side a ****, yeah
You gon' stand on side a ****, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a ****, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
[Verse 3]
You just gon' stand on side a ****
All my diamonds blindin' ****
And if I look in your direction
I'm just looking, you not special
I got partners who got pressure
We just fucked your ho together
Drop the numbers on the brick
I brought the load in with no effort
I just flew to Mexi', Cali, I won't be home in a month
You know your friend, she call me zaddy, I can tell she wanna fuck
All that hating shit won't stop me, you know I do what I want
She want Baby, she want Brasi, she don't know which one she want
[Verse 4]
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a ****, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a ****, my watch and my chain bling
You gon' stand on side a ****, yeah
You gon' stand on side a ****, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a ****, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
[Verse 5]
Ho, ho, you know I'm pressure when I step out
Somebody take a picture, tell the jail I'm 'bout to mail out
Upright, independent feelings, I don't care 'bout what you care 'bout
Gotta focus on my children, when I can, I try to help out
Some people feeling left out, I'm grinding all last year
If you know me, then you know 'bout my year before that year
I was locked behind the fence being discriminated against
Now I got entertainment, women wanna be intimate with the kid
Wanna be intimate with the kid
I been workin' out on my heart, I'm trying diligently to forget
Then remember what you did
It's been difficult for to forgive
Finally, I understand it
We come from two different planets
Keeping it platinum, so demanding
[Verse 6]
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a ****, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a ****, my watch and my chain bling
You gon' stand on side a ****, yeah
You gon' stand on side a ****, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a ****, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
Written by: Andrea Principiano, Kevin Gates
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