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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Vocals
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Jakhari Fears
Songwriter
Charles Ocansey
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mojo Krazy
Producer
Coupe
Producer
FORTHENIGHT
Producer
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(COUPE)
[Verse 2]
Smokin' grabba, no leaf (Yeah)
And my gas not cheap (Uh-uh)
Ridin' with a lil' freak (Yes, sir)
She wan' suck me to sleep (Ooh-wee)
While I beat to the beat (Uh-huh)
Know I'm ridin' and I'm higher than a motherfucker, know I'm sippin' on drank now (Yeah)
And I poured me a whole damn deuce out the motherfuckin' pint (Pint)
And my pockets crispy, blue cheese, got this shit out the bank (The bank)
All this money on me make a bitch ass wanna faint (Woo)
[Verse 3]
She gon' put me on a lick 'cause she know I'm that **** (Yeah)
I'll put this pistol on 'em, make 'em strip somethin'
Back in the day, that was the way that I made somethin' (Yeah)
If they pay me money, I might blaze somethin', okay
Roll up a Swisher, R.I.P. my **** (R.I.P. my ****)
Gotta pour one out for all my ****, R.I.P. my ****
Tombo, that's my ****, Dez, Lil Terry, that's my ****
Stacks-O, Chicken, man, R.I.P. my ****, all my fuckin' killers
Free my **** (Yeah), free Turk, he's a real **** (Yeah)
Peaced up with a real **** (Yeah), Yo kept it real, **** (Uh-huh)
[Verse 4]
Slime (Uh, uh)
Okay (Uh)
[Verse 5]
Smokin' grabba, no leaf (Yeah)
And my gas not cheap (Uh-uh)
Ridin' with a lil' freak (Yes, sir)
She wan' suck me to sleep (Ooh-wee)
While I beat to the beat (Uh-huh)
Know I'm ridin' and I'm higher than a motherfucker, know I'm sippin' on drank now (Yeah)
And I poured me a whole damn deuce out the motherfuckin' pint (Pint)
And my pockets crispy, blue cheese, got this shit out the bank (The bank)
All this money on me make a bitch ass wanna faint (Woo)
[Verse 6]
I'm No Limit 'cause I'm doin' what a **** can't
Swervo spent a whole ticket just on sippin' drank (I did)
Ever smelt a real brick? Boy, them bitches stink
Rolls truck, Lam' truck make them bitches faint (Skrrt)
I miss bein' in the street 'cause rap a dirty game ('Cause rap a dirty game)
Want wars, we was clappin', I got sturdy aim
Foenem act like hurricanes, they got dirty names
We was blowin' thirty-twos till them thirties came (Thirties came)
Focused on a hundred mil', tryna change lanes
I run through a hundred bills tryna maintain (Just tryna maintain)
In the booth and doin' drills feel like the same thing (Same thing)
I couldn't see that rainbow until the rain came (Rain came), ayy, slime
[Verse 7]
Uh, uh (Okay), uh
[Verse 8]
Smokin' grabba, no leaf (Yeah)
And my gas not cheap (Uh-uh)
Ridin' with a lil' freak (Yes, sir)
She wan' suck me to sleep (Ooh-wee)
While I beat to the beat (Uh-huh)
Know I'm ridin' and I'm higher than a motherfucker, know I'm sippin' on drank now (Yeah)
And I poured me a whole damn deuce out the motherfuckin' pint (Pint)
And my pockets crispy, blue cheese, got this shit out the bank (The bank)
All this money on me make a bitch ass wanna faint (Woo)
[Verse 9]
Okay, make a bitch beg, ****, please
Make this bitch beg for the cheese
Make that bitch beg for the blunt
Bitch wanna hit **** weed
Know I'm a dog, you know I got fleas
I stay in the jungle, hangin' in the trees
The stick that I hold, it knock down leaves
I'm on the Xan' like Tarzan, bitch
Move through the bars when I'm in the 6 (Yeah)
**** tryna get me locked in this bitch
Move like a gangster, you ain't stoppin' this shit
Move like a wanksta, you pussy
You ain't no gangster, you pussy
You and your homies, they pussy
You got your chain took, you pussy
None of my **** ain't pussy
I can't even hang with no pussy
I just like fuckin' on pussy
I got a Glock for you, pussy
Make a **** red as period, pussy
Make a bitch set you up, call that Siri, pussy
In the club, know we serious-lookin'
Like I'm the shit
Catch him out, fuck **** murked
Red light, ****, dirt
Shump, ****, do the worst
Pull up hoppin' out a vert
Used to bustin' **** and skeet-skrrt
All-black t-shirt, that how we work
All that we work, that ain't work
Send one man, he do the worst (Yeah)
And all my **** some killers, berserk
We do shit big people ain't heard of
Know we like sex, money, murder
Thuggin' 'til them folks won't let up
Throw my shit up, I won't let up
Tell my opps I got 'em wet up
I be gettin' **** poppin' right now, I ain't stuntin' no next up
Get some money, go get ketchup
Stuck on mustard, need to hustle
I got blue cheese, I got salad
And I got karats, they can't have it
Pop my shit, now what's up, doc?
Daffy don't hang on my block
Servin', trappin' on my block
One-stop shop, come buy a block
[Verse 10]
(You crazy, boy)
Written by: Quantavious T. Thomas, Mojo Krazy, Edward Maclin Cooper III, Herbert R Wright