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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rolling Loud
Rolling Loud
Performer
Rae Sremmurd
Rae Sremmurd
Performer
Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rae Sremmurd
Rae Sremmurd
Songwriter
Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Send me to channel
Climb up in the DJ booth
This that shit we lose it to
[Verse 2]
Pourin' drank and smoke, I come in handy
Fuckin' blank out, new armor car like Humvee
Edible hoes, we mean they eye candy
All she wanna do is fuck on a sand beach
[Verse 3]
And whoa, climb up in the DJ booth, yo
Stand up in that photo coupe ho
Suck me till she lose her tooth
Eat that bread up like it's finger food
[Verse 4]
Bring more bottles, I'm on the stage
Shawty claustrophobic, she might faint
Bitch, I'm high in the stars
I might run through the wall
Area 51, I'm outer space
Need some more pockets, I'm outer space
Bitch, I'm high, I see stars
I might run from the laws
[Verse 5]
Stars on the roof but I'm on Mars
I put the bitch top four
I'm on a rooftop floor
Whippin' them big boy toys
Couple bad hoes, I'm cornered
Pockets on 'roids
**** ain't makin' no noise
[Verse 6]
Pourin' drank and smoke, I come in handy
Fuckin' blank out, new armor car like Humvee
Edible hoes, we mean they eye candy
All she wanna do is fuck on a sand beach
[Verse 7]
And whoa, climb up in the DJ booth, yo
Stand up in that photo coupe, ho
Suck me till she lose her tooth
Eat that bread up like it's finger food
[Verse 8]
Shawty want shots, keep it comin'
Duke Deuce, I'm a star, I'm the crunkest
Big drip, no lip from my head to my feet, all the way down to my draws that's money
It's a college lifestyle, who the drunkest?
Wanna come to my house, we fuckin'
If you ain't that's cool, don't mean to sound rude but I ain't givin' my time for nothing
Young and reckless, put the pedal to the metal, let it rock
Bitch, you know we crunk as hell, hittin' doughnuts in the lot
You ain't get that private message, you can't pull up to the spot
Bitches coming out they clothes, it ain't really even hot
[Verse 9]
I don't never do the minimal
I'm just mixin' up my drank just like they chemicals
Duffle stuffed my backwood and let's go to the moon
Gasoline gon' get me wings just like Redbull
I need two billion dollars, that's on head too
That new Balenciaga fit me proper
Bitch saw me when I was broke and I had a dollar
Mighta would call me static 'cause of the way I shock 'em
[Verse 10]
Pourin' drank and smoke, I come in handy
Fuckin' blank out, new armor car like Humvee
Edible hoes, we mean they eye candy
All she wanna do is fuck on a sand beach
[Verse 11]
And whoa, climb up in the DJ booth, yo
Stand up in that photo coupe. ho
Suck me till she lose her tooth
Eat that bread up like it's finger food
Written by: Duke Deuce, Rae Sremmurd
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