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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 2]
They fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin', that hoe shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
In Texas like Austin, in L.A. we golfin'
Can't take no more losses and we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
[Verse 3]
Racks in, walk in Maxfield and I'm splurgin' again
Mixin' up Crush like it's juice and the gin
Stick in her pussy it's loosenin'
I went to Houston with Travis, I'm lit
**** send threats and ain't nobody dead
I done got rich, but I still ain't a lick
Take a perc 30 whenever I'm sick
Ring cost a 30, I ain't even 30, FN hold a 30, blue tips in the clip
Wide body swervin', Rolls Royce that's for certain
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
We the big dogs and these lil' **** shrimps
Vegas, I spent 20k on the strip
Neighborhood blue on the Vette, that's for Nip
XO, YSL in the game off the rip
[Verse 4]
Wow, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin', that hoe shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
In Texas like Austin, in L.A. we golfin'
Can't take no more losses and we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
[Verse 5]
Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
Can't believe Cash's studio, covered in Bape
Fuck so much bitches, I should be in porn
Cost a arm and a leg just to see me perform
Speakin' the truth 'cause I ain't good at lyin'
And I never play golf, but I still keep my iron
Call up some vibes, I got nothin' but dimes
And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind
[Verse 6]
Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
Still walkin' through the back door with my hammer
Told these lil' boys that they don't want no smoke
Had to aim for his legs, can't get caught on the camera
Got me a baddie when she give me sloppy
She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
Come between me and my blues and get handled
I know me same dangerous crips from Atlanta
If I run into a problem with cake
I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter
Speak on my name, I'ma pull up on you
All your people gon' run when the shots start to splatter
Stayed on my grind and I been makin' noise
And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter
Catchin' yo bitch is like catchin' the opps
I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her
[Verse 7]
Wow, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin', that hoe shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
In Texas like Austin, in L.A. we golfin'
Can't take no more losses and we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
Written by: AMIR ESMAILIAN, Navraj Singh Goraya, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
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