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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nafe Smallz
Nafe Smallz
Vocals
M Huncho
M Huncho
Vocals
Yxng Bane
Yxng Bane
Vocals
Quincy
Quincy
Programming
Quincy Tellem
Quincy Tellem
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nafe Smallz
Nafe Smallz
Songwriter
M Huncho
M Huncho
Songwriter
Guystone Menga
Guystone Menga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naweed
Naweed
Mastering Engineer
Shaun (Hypertone)
Shaun (Hypertone)
Mixing Engineer
Quincy
Quincy
Producer
Quincy Tellem
Quincy Tellem
Producer
Shaun Barrett
Shaun Barrett
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Quincy Tellem
[Chorus]
I got some Gelats (Yeah)
I just built one, now I feel like I can dance (Yeah, yeah)
She just text me come (Yeah)
"C-U-M", I text her back, oh, that's what's up (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, I keep it clean (Woo)
Diamonds in this shit like it's ice cream (Bling)
Holding down the team (Mm-mm)
Shoot it from the hip, ain't got no beam (Bow, smoke)
[Verse 1]
I make a straight girl out a dyke, make her go South Pole for this ice (Yeah)
She's at her friend's for the night, told her mum a lie and now it's fine
I was in a C, she keep it classy, so I let her ride it (Ride it)
I was with Quincy, she said gun boys outside, so I'm hiding (Hiding)
'Cause we some made men they just wanna see us on the pavement, ooh
And she a straight ten, she gon' pull up on me, I just say when, ooh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rolling loud, smoking through this, Gushers got me zoning out (Smoking loud)
Mix it with that shit that got me slowing down
Get him down, I ain't no McGregor, I ain't tapping out
Wilding out, calling up Nick Cannon, bring the cannon out
Signing out, tired of all the bullshit, I ain't signing up
Pattern up, I can't tell you twice, you better pattern up
[Chorus]
I got some Gelats
I just built one, now I feel like I can dance
She just text me come (Yeah)
"C-U-M", I text her back, oh, that's what's up
Ooh, I keep it clean (Woo)
Diamonds in this shit like it's ice cream (Bling)
Holding down the team (Mm-mm)
Shoot it from the hip, ain't got no beam (Bow, smoke)
[Verse 2]
Swish, Steph Curry, where I be's there's honeys
And my rucksack heavy, got some homework ready, ah
One hand on the wheel, the other one's holding smoke
Can't take this indictment to my fucking home
Ha-ha, fifty K on the time, I don't waste mine
Slide by, pull up on her and hit like a drive by (Bow bow)
Go time, never turning my back on my own slime (No way)
Own slime, fucked a ho in my trap house, she's Snow White (Let's go)
These trousers cost me a bag, I don't even know the brand
I was in the six like Pogba shopping with 88GLAM
Presi' discontinued, but I bust it, going Donald, fam
I just bought some smoke from Dam, I'm too fly bitch, I'll never land (Never land)
[Chorus]
I got some Gelats (Yeah)
I just built one, now I feel like I can dance
She just text me come (Yeah)
"C-U-M", I text her back, oh, that's what's up
Ooh, I keep it clean (Woo)
Diamonds in this shit like it's ice cream (Bling)
Holding down the team (Mm-mm)
Shoot it from the hip, ain't got no beam (Shoot it from the hip, ain't got no motherfuckin' beam, dawg)
Written by: Guystone Menga, M Huncho, Nafe Smallz
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