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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonah Abraham
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Isaac Earl Bynum
Songwriter
Bennett Pepple
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earl on the Beat
Producer
Jonah Abraham
Producer
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Bangs
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
I just went up on the list, yeah
Bitch, I went doubled my wrist (Time)
Lil' buddy smokin' on piss (Don't lie)
I'm fuckin' my money, blow a kiss (Don't lie)
I ain't have Percs all day, I, I gotta get 'em
I know they took my wave, I gotta, I gotta split 'em
Why would I tell you to get in this GLE Tonka then swerve? Yeah
Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie
Why would I tell you to move these stacks for me? You know why
Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie
[Verse 1]
I just get high, then I rev it out
We take this shit to your mommy house
I just get high, I don't map it out
Bitch, I took the plane on a different route
Pull up to the city, we knock out the show, we tellin' these pussies to move around
I just got off the phone with Eliantte, told me check him, and then it's a eighty ball
No, you can't fuck with the mob (Okay, okay)
No, you can't fuck with the god
Seen your broke ass in your hometown, seen your ass workin' a job
I hit the bank with any amount, I'm knowin' they pullin' it out (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I'm tellin' you this shit ain't fine as it gets (Yeah)
I'm tellin' you this shit ain't fine, this shit ain't (Yeah)
I'm tellin' you don't waste my time, I tell it again (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm tellin' you I'm parked outside, it's harder to get (Brr)
[Verse 3]
Got a G63 on the coupe (Brr)
Got a Glock 23, the swoop (Brr)
He get jumped out, yeah, no rule (Brr, yeah)
It's a back order, baby, get loot (Brr)
Got twizz army, bitch, we got troops (Yeah, brr)
Feel like Toys "R" Us with coupes (Brr)
Got some Hi-Tech, red sittin' in my juice (Brr)
Super boy syrup, 'bout to get it, get loose (Brr)
[Chorus]
I just went up on the list, yeah
Bitch, I went doubled my wrist (Time)
Lil' buddy smokin' on piss (Don't lie)
I'm fuckin' my money, blow a kiss (Don't lie)
I ain't have Percs all day, I, I gotta get 'em
I know they took my wave, I gotta, I gotta split 'em
Why would I tell you to get in this GLE Tonka then swerve? Yeah
Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie
Why would I tell you to move these stacks for me? You know why
Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie
[Verse 4]
I had to bag back too, yeah, what's in the backpack, boo? Yeah
Chanel, Number (N)ine on the group, yeah
Pull up, I'm takin' the loot
Bitch, I'm on the Percs, I been nodding off
I can't feel nothin', I can't feel at all
You gotta tell me somethin' if you tell it all
You a snitch, yeah, you will tell the law
[Verse 5]
Everything around me flawless, yeah
Every diamond on me flawless
I'm rich, I don't need dollars, yeah
All my vibes really wallets
They bitin' the swag lingo like piranhas
Who said the demon really is a monster?
You is not real, you is an imposter
That pussy play dead like that bitch a possum (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
I don't feel nothin' at all, I just been vibed out
Yeah, we don't fucks with law, yeah, we gon' slide out, yeah (Skrrt)
You a broke boy, don't get involved, you can't ride around (Yeah)
Most of y'all really be bitches, I can't fuck with y'all
[Chorus]
I just went up on the list, yeah
Bitch, I went doubled my wrist (Time)
Lil' buddy smokin' on piss (Don't lie)
I'm fuckin' my money, blow a kiss (Don't lie)
I ain't have Percs all day, I, I gotta get 'em
I know they took my wave, I gotta, I gotta split 'em
Why would I tell you to get in this GLE Tonka then swerve? Yeah
Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie
Why would I tell you to move these stacks for me? You know why
Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie
No, don't lie
Written by: Bennett Pepple, Isaac Earl Bynum, Jonah Abraham, Noah Smith