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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Fazo
Yung Fazo
Vocals
BrokeBoiTaylor
BrokeBoiTaylor
Performer
Raeusi Uraeus
Raeusi Uraeus
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fazan Munshi
Fazan Munshi
Composer
Raeusi Uraeus
Raeusi Uraeus
Composer
Taylor Chavis
Taylor Chavis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BrokeBoiTaylor
BrokeBoiTaylor
Producer
Fazan Munshi
Fazan Munshi
Mixing Engineer
Raeusi Uraeus
Raeusi Uraeus
Mixing Engineer
Farrell Brewster
Farrell Brewster
Mastering Engineer
Albin Lundberg
Albin Lundberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Come on)
I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame)
Stacking these bands, bucks
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it tucked
She suck the gang, she liking it rough
Hit from the back and I beat up her buns
Copy the swag, man I'm peeping my sons
You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up
Say you loving me
No feelings involved
Drugs put me to sleep
I'm having withdrawals
You can't be like me
Even if you try (Even if you try)
And she wanna fuck
She know who to call
She know who to call
Put a red dot on my blick (Uh)
That **** talking that (That **** talking that)
Bitch I'm way too sick (Uh)
I get I be that pretty ****
Your bitch call for dick (Yeah)
Why you talk bout' hunnids so much, that's just what I get
You ain't in the mix
Chrome Hearts with the Ricks
She say "Why you fly for school?"
That's my everyday fit
I said that I do this shit, I would never quit
If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppas
And fire, we aim at your lip
Ayy, pull up in that Testarossa
Yeah, she mad 'cause I don't even post her
Fuck that bitch, I don't even know her
She suck that cream out my dick like a Danimal
Beat up the cheeks, bitch, I feel like an animal
Eat up the pussy, I feel like a cannibal
Dive in that shit, bitch, I do a lil' cannonball
(Come on)
I got the cash, fuck (That was really lame)
Stacking these bands, bucks
I got a Glock and I'm keeping it tucked
She suck the gang, she liking it rough
Hit from the back and I beat up her buns
Copy the swag, man I'm peeping my sons
You laugh at me, look at me, bitch, I'm up
Say you loving me
No feelings involved
Drugs put me to sleep
I'm having withdrawals
You can't be like me
Even if you try (Even if you try)
And she wanna fuck
She know who to call
She know who to call
Put a red dot on my blick (Uh)
That **** talking that (That **** talking that)
Bitch I'm way too sick (Uh)
I get I be that pretty ****
Your bitch call for dick (Yeah)
Why you talk bout' hunnids so much, that's just what I get
You ain't in the mix
Chrome Hearts with the Ricks
She say "Why you fly for school?"
That's my everyday fit
I said that I do this shit, I would never quit
If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppas
And fire, we aim at your lip (Yeah)
Written by: Fazan Munshi, Raeusi Uraeus, Taylor Chavis, Unknown Writer
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