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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Showtime
DJ Showtime
Programming
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Programming
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Charles Robert Reese
Charles Robert Reese
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Brett Bailey
Brett Bailey
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
DJ Showtime
DJ Showtime
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I make so much goddamn hits
Gon' get blitzed
Yeah, that part
Hit-maker in this shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Called the label, tell 'em that I need to make more than this
I've been makin' hits my whole life, man, I make so much hits
I'm thankful, Lord, I'm grateful for this
Boy, I stayed up, I was waitin' 'cause I prayed for this shit
[Verse 3]
Go and drop the addy, t-shirt with no panties
Audi came from Germany, I got it free in North Miami
She get on and try to stay on the dick
Takin' all day long, spent a long day on the dick
[Verse 4]
She'll pull a high-speed, no breaks for the dick
I swear she'll get on her knees, she'll pray for the dick
Post inside her legs, break for bread
Remember days, run up in your place, left for dead
Run in your place, get in that ****'s face, like it ain't his
It's a blessin' in disguise that my **** in the pen'
Used to mask up and get in disguise, call it Trick or Treat
Lost my head, money on my mind, I can't beef for shit
I got too much money, who want hate on this?
Too much money, gotta hit the school for some paperclips
All this paper in this room, no paperclips
I broke the ruler tryna calculate this shit
I'm dripped in flavor, all these Noya boys' said
All this paper, I need a ruler or a bookbag
Yeah, shawty said she hungry for the dick
She go ape-shit, she said she'll kill police for the dick
[Verse 5]
Called the label, tell 'em that I need to make more than this
I've been makin' hits my whole life, man, I make so much hits
I'm thankful, Lord, I'm grateful for this
Boy, I stayed up, I was waitin' 'cause I prayed for this shit
[Verse 6]
Go and drop the addy, t-shirt with no panties
Audi came from Germany, I got it free in North Miami
She get on and try to stay on the dick
Takin' all day long, spent a long day on the dick
[Verse 7]
She want a **** to herself
She want a young **** to help expand her wealth
I'm chillin', built like top shelf
Divin' inside of that pussy, feelin' like Michael Phelps
Lot of bodies on my belt
But she already known that, she get passed it
How you fit up in them jeans? Must be elastic
How I steal your heart like this? I'm doin' magic
Now shawty gon' hold me down through the madness
That lil' shawty beautiful, should be in pageants
Can't see in no cubicle, lil' baby bossed up
And I rode for shawty, flossed up, it might cost ya
Single mother with a daughter, ain't got no time
Ride my dick just like it's Manta, reverse, rewind
Tryna wake up to your face until I'm ninety-nine
Any **** play with you, I'ma lay 'em down
[Verse 8]
Called the label, tell 'em that I need to make more than this
I've been makin' hits my whole life, man, I make so much hits
I'm thankful, Lord, I'm grateful for this
Boy, I stayed up, I was waitin' 'cause I prayed for this shit
[Verse 9]
Go and drop the addy, t-shirt with no panties
Audi came from Germany, I got it free in North Miami
She get on and try to stay on the dick
Takin' all day long, spent a long day on the dick
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Derek Garcia, Miles Parks McCollum
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