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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly
Performer
Pi’erre Bourne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jelly
Songwriter
Pi’erre Bourne
Songwriter
Bermuda Yae
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Lyrics
Wolf
Ayy
Jelly, Jelly
Ayy, Jelly
Phew, Wolf
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Spin the block, man, my **** Forrest Gump shit
Pull up to your crib, don't try to hide, don't try to run, bitch
Got some money, I got plenty money comin'
Me and YaeSane gettin' high, we smokin' London Cake (Cake)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
(Gas, bitch)
Smokin' London Cake
And we want the cake, you know we fuckin' elevate
Huh, young **** know we going every time, we gon' skate, uh
If a bitch ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', then I'm skatin'
Know what's goin', I'm in that Wraith (In that Wraith)
Seeing all these stars, yeah, I'm seein' the stars there (****, in the daytime)
****, and I see the stars in the daytime, mane (Crazy)
Know what goin' on with YaeSane, count up cake
No fucks given 'bout no 2 door car but I might get a i8
Know what goin' on with young Yae, he gon' fuckin' skate
Skatin' like he on the motherfuckin' skates but he fast like Usain
Fuckin' this bitch, I like how she comin' but I like how money come in
Fuckin' this bitch, I like how she comin' but I like how money come in
Fuckin' this bitch, I like how she comin' but I like how money come in
Pull out the stick, you know I go Damien, ****, they say he insane (Shit, I'm insane)
Speak into this microphone, this bitch is gon' make me some millions
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Spin the block, man, my **** Forrest Gump shit
Pull up to your crib, don't try to hide, don't try to run, bitch
Got some money, I got plenty money comin'
Me and YaeSane gettin' high, we smokin' London (Cake)
Spin the block, man, my **** Forrest Gump shit
Pull up to your crib, don't try to hide, don't try to run, bitch
Got some money, I got plenty money comin' (Ayy, ayy)
Me and YaeSane gettin' high, we smokin' London (Ayy, ayy, ayy) (Cake)
Dracs, pull up with the K
Catch me in the A, we'll shoot you broad day (Wolf)
Load came in, I just bust another play (Today)
**** playin' games, pussy **** in the way (Lame)
Bitches know my name, bitches lookin' at my ways (Jelly)
I'm smokin' on some shit, I can't even feel my lip (Exotic)
The police pulled up on me so a **** had to dip
Catch me ridin' on Peachtree smokin' London across the bridge
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) (Wolf)
Spin the block, man, my **** Forrest Gump shit
Pull up to your crib, don't try to hide, don't try to run, bitch
Got some money, I got plenty money comin'
Me and YaeSane gettin' high, we smokin' London Cake
Spin the block, man, my **** Forrest Gump shit
Pull up to your crib, don't try to hide, don't try to run, bitch
Got some money, I got plenty money comin'
Me and YaeSane gettin' high, we smokin' London (Cake)
Written by: Bermuda Yae, Jelly, Justin Elkins, Pi’erre Bourne