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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Leon
Eric Leon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Composer
Eric Leon Palestrini
Eric Leon Palestrini
Composer
Rayshon Cobbs, Jr.
Rayshon Cobbs, Jr.
Composer
Andre Christopher Lyon
Andre Christopher Lyon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808-Ray
808-Ray
Producer
Cool
Cool
Producer
Dre
Dre
Producer
Dave “Davito” Medrano
Recording Engineer
Mark Williams
Mark Williams
Assistant Engineer
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You already know what we doin man
We going all the way stupid, all the way dummy
All the way stupid
 
Popped another addy yea I ain’t get no sleep
Fucking on your bitch
In the middle of the week
Better second guess yourself before you send out that tweet
Cut them zoes will leave you leakin in the middle of the street
I go crazy in the booth no I don't fiddle with the beat
That’s why I'm riddle with the cheese
Put Balmains on my jeans
Yea, shorty she got ass I might put her on the team
I got ice in my veins, don’t need no ice for my lean
 
Walk around like I'm the man
I just went to Brooklyn I balled out like I'm Durant
 
Shorty tryna grab my cock her hands all in my pants
Heard my opps was in the club I'm still gone do my dance, yuh
Heard my opps was in the club I'm still gone do my dance
 
Popped another addy yea I ain’t get no sleep
Fucking on your bitch
In the middle of the week
Better second guess yourself before you send out that tweet
Cause them zoes will leave you leakin in the middle of the street
 
Popped another addy yea I ain’t get no sleep
Fucking on your bitch in the middle of the week
Better second guess yourself before you send out that tweet
Cause them zoes will leave you leakin in the middle of the street
 
I just sent that bitch a text, but I ain’t mean to
I check my phone she hit me up like “bae, I need you”
 
I got perkies got exotic gas
Smoking runtz like e-juice
She seen you was getting money she just tryna scheme you
 
I said shorty she obsessed with me, I do not wanna talk to you
She said she a artist too like hit me when you leave the booth
She might me a artist but she know to move that body too
I'm like OJ, bitch I got the juice
Fuck it what do I gotta lose
 
You already know what the fuck it is man
You know how the fuck we carry it man
Mother fuckas buying up all the runtz
Poppin all the shit
Poppin all the bottles
Bad bitches you already know what time it is
They getting slayed
All that shit man
Epidemic the fucking mob, man
Written by: Andre Christopher Lyon, Eric Leon Palestrini, Marcello Valenzano, Rayshon Cobbs, Jr.
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