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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Composer
Daniel Tannenbaum
Daniel Tannenbaum
Composer
Sergiu Adrian Gherman
Sergiu Adrian Gherman
Composer
Tyler Reese Melenbacher
Tyler Reese Melenbacher
Composer
Craig Balmoris
Craig Balmoris
Composer
Daniel Nathan Krieger
Daniel Nathan Krieger
Composer
Bri Steves
Bri Steves
Composer
Marius Feder
Marius Feder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Bekon
Bekon
Producer
The Donuts
The Donuts
Producer
Craig Balmoris
Craig Balmoris
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't like none of y'all ****
Talkin' 'bout guns, you ain't shot none of them bitches
All I want hundreds and fifties
Pray I don't be the defendant
'Cause **** be tellin', nah, it ain't none of my business
Took a lil' break, now it's right back to the business
Smoke and I float through the ceiling
Way above all of these ****
Shawty got class, say she gon' fuck with a ****
I really don't fuck with a ****
Say he want beef, wish good luck to the ****
I don't get up for a million
Need at least five
[Verse 2]
Then we can talk about business
I feed an army of ****
I'll get your mama to kill you
I know the cost of the business
It ain't no heart in these ****
It ain't no truth in them lyrics
It ain't no truth, you can feel it
It ain't no truth in you ****
Shepherd Messiah, gotta reach higher to see me
Diamonds are shining, wonder if Stevie could see me
I'll turn your garden to Eden
I get my weed from a demon
I'm smokin' with Jesus
I'll make the Devil believe it
I ain't got friends for a reason
[Verse 3]
I don't like none of y'all ****
I don't like none of y'all ****
Stick on my body
Make sure you're keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing
Prayin' to God, I keep the peace with these ****
I'm bringin' Jesus to meet 'em
Reach for my cup, I will make sure you believe it
I smell the bitch in you ****, when **** get shot
You find the bitch in a ****
**** get caught, you find the snitch in a ****
I ain't gon' sleep for a minute
I ain't no man, I'm a menace
I ain't no man, I'm a, hold up
[Verse 4]
I'm a gentleman, front row seat at the Wimbledon
Black Tom Hanks need a billion
No, I can't speak to the middleman
Two white cups on my shit again
Real big talk for a little man
[Verse 5]
You can get got for your dividends
Lil' **** run in your crib again
Comin' to your house like the mailman
Leanin' to the side like a kickstand
Diamonds on my wrist like a wristband
One shot leave him with a shitbag
Two shots leave him with a toetag
Three **** lookin' for the dope bag
Four pints sealed, I'ma sip that
No, I'm not trippin' on the next man 'cause
[Verse 6]
I don't like none of y'all ****
I don't like none of y'all ****
Stick on my body
Make sure you're keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing
Swear to God
I don't like none of y'all ****
I don't like none of y'all ****
Stick on my body
Make sure you're keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing
Swear to God
[Verse 7]
I don't like none of y'all ****
I don't like none of y'all ****
I don't like none of y'all ****
I don't like none of y'all ****
I don't like none of y'all ****
Written by: Ameer Vann, Bri Steves, Brianna Ashleigh Stevenson, Craig Balmoris, Daniel M. Krieger, Daniel Nathan Krieger, Daniel Tannenbaum, Marius Feder, Sergiu Adrian Gherman, Tyler Reese Melenbacher
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