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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Skies
Lil Skies
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Gregory Mullarkey
Alex Gregory Mullarkey
Songwriter
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Joshua Neel Pinter
Joshua Neel Pinter
Songwriter
Kimetrius Foose
Kimetrius Foose
Songwriter
Noah Bridges
Noah Bridges
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neek
Neek
Mixing Engineer
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Neal & Alex
Neal & Alex
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Walkin' dripped out you see the details
I got water on me, drippin' like a seashell
I gave her lust, she wanted love I told her "Oh, well"
When I was broke I busted traps right off my Nextel
What you gonna do when you make it?
Lot of people change when it comes to being famous
Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when my lane switch
I'm a rich ****, I won't fuck her if she basic
She a rich bitch, cut a **** off for fakin'
[Verse 2]
Nightmare on Elm Street I'll kill Freddy like I'm Jason
Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dreamchasin'
I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
If I got a problem then my brother get to sprayin'
Don't care what he say, we gonna catch him where he layin'
I'ma boss up on any occasion
[Verse 3]
Young **** poppin' tags
Young **** got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go
Young **** stay low, got a lot of pesos and he sellin' out shows, you know
I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
Tryin' to snatch and take your brain, big smoke ****
You ain't never help your mans, hit a lick for twenty bands
Then put ten up in his hands, you a hoe ****
[Verse 4]
And I'm livin' by the code, I got hoes down the road
When I'm bored sell my soul, hear me on the radio
Girl, I'm in my glow, I got money in the flow, it look like I'm sellin' dope
Why your baby daddy broke?
That **** is a joke, I should probably put him on but I probably really won't
Call Stan, send a boat, the gang stay afloat, got bread by the loaf
Turn a pussy **** toast, I'm too nice with this
She wanna come suck I told her, "Come ride the dick"
My gang full attack, this that real riot shit
You fuck around, get clapped, tryin' to high five and shit
I don't wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it
You would rather Tweet about it, **** just stupid
I be with a bad bitch, break her heart, cupid
Done livin' average, the truth is in my music
[Verse 5]
Nightmare on Elm Street I'll kill Freddy like I'm Jason
Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dreamchasin'
I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
If I got a problem then my brother get to sprayin'
Don't care what he say, we gonna catch him where he layin'
And I'ma boss up on any occasion
[Verse 6]
Young **** poppin' tags
Young **** got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go
Young **** stay low, got a lot of pesos and he sellin' out shows, you know
I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
Tryin' to snatch and take your brain, big smoke ****
You ain't never help your mans, hit a lick for twenty bands
Then put ten up in his hands, you a hoe ****
[Verse 7]
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, why you a hoe ****?
Yeah
Why you a hoe ****?
Yeah
Why you a hoe?
Yeah
All we got ****
Written by: Alex Gregory Mullarkey, Alex Petit, Joshua Neel Pinter, Kimetrius Foose
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