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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
Fabian Chavez
Fabian Chavez
Flute
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Kevin Celestin
Louis Kevin Celestin
Songwriter
Jason Aaron Mills
Jason Aaron Mills
Songwriter
Paul Webster
Paul Webster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
IDK
Co-Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Slide)
[Verse 2]
Y'all **** is pussy
Ain't no debatin' it, ain't no complainin' or fakin' it
I'm a dick and you takin' it, pussy ****, I'm on one
Don't make me spin on all you **** and b one
Embalming fluid through my music, is you stupid?
Don't make 'em have to call the coroner to come use it
I got a lotta power and I love to abuse it
You lyin' through your teeth, like your word's a toothpick
2Pac rollin' in his grave
Me and you ain't the same, I'm on a whole 'nother page
Like the cops came, I'm in a whole 'nother lane
I'm goin' off the brain
This **** think he fly? I'ma throw him off the plane
And look at his body falling like "Oh, what a shame"
Make him "Aye"
Let him die in vain, let him die in pain
Do you hear what I'm sayin'?
Better stay out my way, better stay out my range
[Verse 3]
And I don't mean to trouble, aye
They comin' with dicks for fuckboys (Slide)
They playin' with the clicks like fuck toys (Slide)
With the silence on the clip like fuck noise (Slide)
[Verse 4]
Eenie, meenie, meenie, miney, mo
I'll catch a hatin'-ass **** by his toe
Make him tick-tack like he tap dancin' at a show
Get 'em on the weekend, that's the "x" and the "o" (Slide)
**** that be talkin' don't do shit
They runnin' around, they on they duck-duck-goose shit
They riding a wave, I'm 'bout to fuck up your cruise ship
They say they want beef until you take 'em to Ruth's Chris
[Verse 5]
Can I get a prime cut, bone-in?
And a little water 'cause I'm hoarse, no Trojan
She's parched, champagne for her throat, then
More beef, more beef, more beef
Walk down in your streets, your streets, your streets
Catch you 'round northwest, southeast, northeast
On God, on my mama, on my daughter, on me
Get in my way or my range, get the whole.30
[Verse 6]
And I don't mean to trouble, aye
They comin' with dicks for fuckboys (Slide)
They playin' with the clicks like fuck toys (Slide)
With the silence on the clip like fuck noise (Slide)
[Verse 7]
Aye, keep goin' (Slide)
Keep it goin' (Slide)
Uh (Slide)
Yeah, uh (Slide)
(Slide)
Written by: Jason Mills, Johnny Mandel, Louis Kevin Celestin, Paul Francis Webster
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