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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Husser
Nate Husser
Performer
FouKi
FouKi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Marcus Kellner
Jason Marcus Kellner
Composer
Nathaniel Huskinson
Nathaniel Huskinson
Songwriter
Léo Fougères
Léo Fougères
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah, uh-uh
Hey, look
[Verse 2]
Mthfcka a Rollie ice da G shock
It know how to dance but it don't tik tok
That why everywhere I go I leave a drip drop
Got a half a pound of nuken in a Ziploc
[Verse 3]
Boy I'm in my own class, uh-uh
I can tell those ain't diamonds that's glass, uh-uh
Look, save yourself the trouble lil' ****, uh-uh
Don't be fake stuntin lil' ****, uh-uh
[Verse 4]
Aye big rocks jumpin' out da Casio
Make sure that they see it when I chunk the deuce say "Adios"
I don't like the club but my wrist dance like a party tho
You know you the shit when the DJ play your audio
[Verse 5]
If my wrist could talk, it would sound like A$AP Rocky
I just wanna ball but my wrist playin' hockey
Bitch, I'm the shit, I'm a walking lick
I'm the bomb like tic-tic-tic-tic boom
Off the fuckin' richter, get off my dick
This the life, I didn't choose it
They try do me but they losin'
So exclusive, I'm a nuisance
Got an old soul but I like new shit
They got the juice, but I got the juices
That's with an S and that's for super
And for salute me, and not for shoot me
Livin' the dream mhm, shout out to Luther
But mine are lucid, get to the cream
Shout to Wu-Tang, I'm in the whip
Whip it like pootie tang, shoot out the roof
That's for the whole gang, I'm off the propane, bitch
Yeah, you know I'm nasty, nasty
If I ain't got a rubber, bitch I use a plastic bag
All these bands on me like I'm elastic man
Before you ever catch me lackin', you gonna catch these hands
I'm in my end's ****, trust me
Can't ride you dusty
Bad bitches suck me
And they hella busty
[Verse 6]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Mon jacket est custom
Yeah, j'vais vite sur la piste de course
First place sur le podium
Champagne quand je prends la douche
Non, j'call pas un cab, cab, cab
J'prends ma Mercedes d'l'année prochaine
Et si tu nous rates, rates, rates
On fait juste s'dire à l'année prochaine
Yo, j'flex sur St-Lau
Ain't no coming back
Demain j't'à Monaco
Après demain, j't'à Suzuka
Crissement, crissement vite
Fast life, dans mon Bombardier
Jet fucking privé, pour le travail qu'on a consacré
[Verse 8]
Non, for real
Tout l'monde get lit sur l'circuit d'Gilles
Yeah, pas mal gayé gwan dans l'centre-ville
Oh yeah, mets ça sur mon bill
Yo, c'est des Nike ? Non, c'est des Puma, man
Fais-pas exprès de drip dessus, sinon t'es pu ma man
Si c'est un vibe, mhm I might pull up then
Yo, la ville est en forme pour la fin d'semaine
Yeah, un ti peu de drip bleu dans mon bol de céréales
Everybody want this, oh yeah version hivernale
Partout sur la liste, c'est un takeover inévitable
Tu sais qu't'es le shit quand le DJ joue ton dernier track
[Verse 9]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Written by: Jason Marcus Kellner, Léo Fougères, Nathaniel Huskinson
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