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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dropout Kings
Dropout Kings
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Ramey
Adam Ramey
Songwriter
William Edward Lauderdale III
William Edward Lauderdale III
Songwriter
Joe Lana Jr.
Joe Lana Jr.
Songwriter
Robert Sebastian
Robert Sebastian
Songwriter
Tremayn Benjamin Scott
Tremayn Benjamin Scott
Songwriter
Francisco Guzmán
Francisco Guzmán
Songwriter
Staig Flynn
Staig Flynn
Songwriter
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tremayn Benjamin Scott
Tremayn Benjamin Scott
Producer
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
 
Got a question like hey! uh!
Do you got a stick like hey! uh!
Say you movin bricks like hey! uh!
Talkin to the feds like hey! uh!
Tap em on the shoulder like hey! uh!
Hit em wit a hook like hey! uh!
Gave his bitch a look like hey! uh!
Got her in n my bed like skeet skeet skeet skeet
 
 
 
Bet I got stripes like a Tiger or Zebra
Cloud 9 lives sky high off the reefa
Got a new bitch that be all up in the photographs centerfold shit but she no Mona Lisa
Got a new whip that don’t run on gas so the fuel that I need for my lungs is the diesel
Keep it fuckin playa like a running back runnin back the lyrics to my shit cus I’m spittin that ether
New bitch a genius no cap, soul core blue hair blue fit so I feel like Vegeta
Black tears pouring from my eyes as I chase after checks in the race with the pace of cheetah
Makin big waves boy I been a vet surf n turf every time I work like the flow was on Tidal
Every time I rap get a bitch wet, make a **** trip, make hatin mutha fuckin suicidal
I don’t wanna take a lil bitch to recital
Less she sing c notes
Baby I’m from AZ
Give that pussy heat stroke
But she use the ice cubes when she give me deep throat
Never been a cheap skate I don’t ever slip hoe
I don’t sleep so
I don’t need a bed
I get all my people fed
Duckin blue and red, I’m the vision in your head
pocket full green bread and blunt full of keef so I
 
 
 
Got a question like hey! uh!
Do you got a stick like hey! uh!
Say you movin bricks like hey! uh!
Talkin to the feds like hey! uh!
Tap em on the shoulder like hey! uh!
Hit em wit a hook like hey! uh!
Gave his bitch a look like hey! uh!
Got her in n my bed like skeet skeet skeet skeet
 
 
 
Cookin in the kitchen
Like crisco
I just need a lil somethin on the wrist tho
Ex bitch see my photo and she pissed tho
(I be flexin I just stunt hoe)
 
Imma boutta throw hands in the mosh pit
Maybe throw a couple bands while they talk shit
Now my ex bitch think that I’m toxic
She just mad at the dick cuz she lost it
Aye please get the fuck up right outta my face
These bitches talkin’ but don’t know they place
All of these memories have been erased
For all of these bands that I stuff in a safe (X2)
They keep comin’ up to me like
 
 
 
Got a question like hey! uh!
Do you got a stick like hey! uh!
Say you movin bricks like hey! uh!
Talkin to the feds like hey! uh!
Tap em on the shoulder like hey! uh!
Hit em wit a hook like hey! uh!
Gave his bitch a look like hey! uh!
Got her in n my bed like skeet skeet skeet skeet
Written by: Adam Ramey, Francisco Guzmán, Joe Lana Jr., Nick Sampson, Robert Sebastian, Staig Flynn, Tremayn Benjamin Scott, William Edward Lauderdale III
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