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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackboy
Vocals
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
Dieuson Octave
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, I know how you feel
We be going through the same shit
Tay Keith, fuck these **** up, yeah
Yeah, everybody shady, baby I know how you feeling
Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living
Let me eat that coochie, baby, you looking like a meal
Every time I step out, I be looking like a million
Everybody shady, baby I know how you feeling
Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living
Let me eat that coochie baby, you looking like a meal
Every time I step out, I be looking like a million
Baby, I'm a zombie, you know I be having no feelings
If a **** try me, on my mommy, I'm gon' kill him
I came from the bottom, now I'm saucy, I got chicken
I poured so much liquor on my liver, I ain't kidding, ayy
Jackboy that's my ****, we so alike, that **** my synonym, ayy
I'ma need two hundred to rock the mic and that's the minimum, yeah
I know every time you hit my line, it's for some money
I been in them projects all my life, this shit ain't funny
Yeah, everybody shady, baby, I know how you feeling
Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living
Let me eat that coochie, baby, you looking like a meal
Every time I step out, I be looking like a million
Everybody shady, baby, I know how you feeling
Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living
Let me eat that coochie, baby, you looking like a meal
Every time I step out, I be looking like a million
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
I'm dripping in Christian Dior
I'm walking out of Saks with a sac boy
Shit the boost I get it out of the stoor, I still got dirty money
Project baby, ain't one fucking chart
Like an athlete ran it up, and my car a foreign sport
Bloodbath, full of paper dork
Cute big ass gun, not short
Big firearm, I'm toting a torch
Lil' bitch get, let her on
I put you on the news, shoot your mom, air it out, no loose
Lit **** with a short ass fuse
I'm quick to show a bih what the pistol do
Quick shot b, rock and roll
I don't start shit I just go with the flow
Unless I catch sucker, I ain't quick to play dumb
You are ready to fight, 'til he saw her gun
Yeah, beef with the wrong one
Stand your ground, lil' one, I'ma gun you down can't run
Me a come that same way, so I know you want sum
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah, everybody shady, baby, I know how you feeling
Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living
Let me eat that coochie, baby, you looking like a meal
Every time I step out, I be looking like a million
Everybody shady, baby, I know how you feeling
Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living
Let me eat that coochie, baby, you looking like a meal
Every time I step out, I be looking like a million
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jackboy, Kodak Black, Pierre Delince