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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Toosii
Vocals
YoungTN
YoungTN
Programming
Berki
Berki
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Berkant Gunduz
Berkant Gunduz
Songwriter
Thanush Perinpanesan
Thanush Perinpanesan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toosii
Toosii
Engineer
YoungTN
YoungTN
Producer
Berki
Berki
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She like Birkin bag me, I'm classy
Bitch, get nasty and you got it
I might Forgiato my whip, 5% my tint, I ain't even go to college
And she ain't go to college, but the way she giving me head like she giving me knowledge
I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it
Grip grain cop a two-tone, AP buss it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds
And she don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me
She gon' do what I say like Simon
'Cause she know that I pop my shit
I'ma buy her Chanel whenever she want it
And I don't really do outside
Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining
Ghost or the Dawn want a new Rolls
Covid, I'm booked for a few shows
I hit Rodeo for new clothes
Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublo
And they know he if he blow, I blow, **** get hit, better dip like peacoat
I put 5% on my whip, but a **** like Curry, I'm a hundred from free throw
[Verse 2]
Who said what
We rock Cartier buffs
You can't play like you tough
Put 50, we double it up
**** get hit for a hundred, ain't got two-hundred, he like double or none
Bitch, you broke, you better off just tryna double yo cup
I'm tryna double my sluts
You know if she bad, I hit that
I be in a room full of **** who rich Rolex, AP have a wrist match
We drop a body bag, he drop a diss track
They like you fire, I ain't even lit yet
She be blowing mine and I ain't hit yet
I do everything them **** ain't did yet
[Verse 3]
She like Birkin bag me, I'm classy
Bitch, get nasty and you got it
I might Forgiato my whip, 5% my tint, I ain't even go to college
And she ain't go to college, but the way she giving me head like she giving me knowledge
I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it
Grip grain cop a two-tone, AP buss it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds
And she don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me
She gon' do what I say like Simon
'Cause she know that I pop my shit
I'ma buy her Chanel whenever she want it
And I don't really do outside
Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining
Ghost or the Dawn, want a new Rolls
Covid, I'm booked for a few shows
I hit Rodeo for new clothes
Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublo
And they know he if he blow, I blow, **** get hit, better dip like peacoat
I put 5% on my whip, but a **** like Curry, I'm a hundred from free throw
[Verse 4]
They know it get shell outside
Tell 'em let Rell outside
We could bring Hell to the Earth
But I'm still praying to God
I could put my right hand on the bible
Gang let it bang, when he slide
Them **** pussy, I can smell it
We ain't the same on our side
Tell me how you want it, just pick yo opponent, we all gon' do that
You think if you shoot at us, that a **** ain't gon shoot back
I just copped a two door convertible, push my roof back
They said what's after the storm so you know I had to bring the coupe back
We turn yo block to where we move at
White tees and we rock durags
Contemplating yo next move while I ran up a new bag
I don't fuck with ****, tell bro don't bring around no new cats
And I spent ten for the earrings, kept falling out, I needed screw backs
[Verse 5]
She like Birkin bag me, I'm classy
Bitch, get nasty and you got it
I might Forgiato my whip, 5% my tint, I ain't even go to college
And she ain't go to college, but the way she giving me head like she giving me knowledge
I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it
Grip grain cop a two-tone AP, buss it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds
And she don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me
She gon' do what I say like Simon
'Cause she know that I pop my shit
I'ma buy her Chanel whenever she want it
And I don't really do outside
Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining
Ghost or the Dawn, want a new Rolls
Covid, I'm booked for a few shows
I hit Rodeo for new clothes
Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublo
And they know he if he blow, I blow, **** get hit, better dip like peacoat
I put 5% on my whip, but a **** like Curry, I'm a hundred from free throw
Written by: Naujour Grainger, Berkant Gunduz, Thanush Perinpanesan
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