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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Hotboii
Rap
JBSauced Up
JBSauced Up
Programming
Rasta Papii
Rasta Papii
Programming
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Bradley
Jeremy Bradley
Songwriter
Ezekiel Henry
Ezekiel Henry
Songwriter
Julien Anderson
Julien Anderson
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Javarri Walker
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JBSauced Up
JBSauced Up
Producer
Rasta Papii
Rasta Papii
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Raymond Scott
Raymond Scott
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, I really love my bitch, I hope she don't take me for granted
I really spent a half a million on a house for granny
I'm really out here dancin', I'm really not romantic
I really got that Patek, aye
Aye, I really know his addy (Go get him)
[Chorus]
I really went and got it out the mud, I seen bitches turn thugs
I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the westside with my chain out
I done seen some of the best die, kept my head up
[Verse 1]
I done seen some of the best die (Best die)
Ever seen a opp drop? Make mama throw a fish fry (Fish fry)
You could gеt your whip washed if you donate them a dollar or two
We could never be one could who that'll be hard for us to do
Yeah, uh, uh, I don't cuff these bitches, alleyoop
I'm just in it for one thing, could lie to me, don't care the truth (No)
T-Rex, my Redeye roar, won't you just be my whore? (Roar, my whore)
I been through so much before, so it be hard to show emotion (Show emotion)
I gotta close my eyes to see my thoughts now
Walked in there with all my chains and that's how I'm gon' walk out (That's how I'm gon' walk out)
You know we do not beef for fame, **** go to the ER now (Go to the ER now)
Rundown gang, get walked down (Get walked down)
They ain't pick him up, he got chopped 'round him (Chopped 'round him)
My own **** creeped me and I forgive him
You know what make the world spin? Dollar bill
When he in the deep end, he be playin' defense
No weak shit, he got sharks around him
[Chorus]
I really went and got it out the mud, I seen bitches turn thugs
I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the westside with my chain out
I done seen some of the best die, keep my head up
I really went and got it out the mud, I seen bitches turn thugs
I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the westside with my chains out
I done seen some of the best die, kept my head up
[Verse 2]
Had to get back on it, caught these **** tryna steal the style
Talkin' like you in that field, you better not get caught out of bounds
Hitters with me vikings, if they see somethin' sweet, they take it down (Go)
You know I couldn't do no 'Scat, I'm in the 'Cat, it don't meow
Break it down, red key, orange seats, nectarine
**** out here sleep, boy, my bitch purse bigger than your dreams (Wake up)
They put money in my pocket, I respect the fiends (Utmost)
I'm in somethin' foreign, I can't pronounce it, this joint European (Skrrt)
Really told 'em, "Get this shit in blood", it wasn't showin' enough love
I finessed him out his drugs, I don't give a fuck
I really still get active, got choppers out in traffic (I will, right now)
Prefer my bitches ratchet, I fuck 'em like a savage (They nasty, ugh, ugh)
[Verse 3]
I really went and got it out the fuck it, you know Gucci do my buckles
Supreme 35, yeah, bitch, these real tails
Fifty thousand each of my uncles and it's appeal them
**** told, left us on our own, no, we don't feel them
I really get them bitches through the huh
I really know they watchin' if you see me playin' dumb
I'm forever gon' have that blicky, free my **** in the feds
Fourth quarter had it over, you know Gotti by me, yeah
I still miss Ted, ain't seen my **** in a minute
A year and a half, I was there the whole sentence
No, I don't wanna bag, all my old hoes Spanish
And I'm still that ****
[Chorus]
I really went and got it out the mud, I seen bitches turn thugs
I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the westside with my chain out
I done seen some of the best die, keep my head up
I really went and got it out the mud, I seen bitches turn thugs
I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the westside with my chains out
I done seen some of the best die, kept my head up
Written by: Demario White, Dion Hayes, Ezekiel Henry, Javarri Walker, Jeremy Bradley, Julien Anderson
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