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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BiC Fizzle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Northern
Songwriter
Tyrek Britt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Kayla Holland
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Mixing Engineer
Dot
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
[Verse 2]
High, full geeked up, constantly swerving
Big ass chopstick, I'm ridin' dirty
Studio hard through the week, no rest and no sleep
Then trap out the spot, I don't deserve that
Know, she a G.O.A.T., back then wouldn't curb me on the four
'Cause I'm up holy, give her some clarity
You see the one-on-one on save my jersey
I'm switchin' modes so those them bitches won't lure me
[Verse 3]
I make her jump out of panties
Guarantee baby like something, you mint it
So much money I make a bitch penny
Young **** bank account cents, I get it
I'm out the roof in a Wraith in Miami
Bag was stuck to the fake bum baddie
Phone ding-ding soon as I had landed
Money keep callin' 'em, steady expanding
[Verse 4]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
[Verse 5]
Rich, I'm icy, nic too pricey
Hatin' but they really want to be just like me
Freak ho, she ain't really come with no guidance
Front row, shawty give me head when I'm drivin'
Hellcat, and it's a demon inside her
My heart in the trenches, that's where I recite it
Straight to the top where a young **** glidin'
Been 1K for a while before war came and got me
Switch now, more **** wanna come around
Gotta question your loyalty, why you around me
Reach for my neck, now your head got a bounty
Really on tucked up on everybody who doubted me
I know you see all these shooters around me
Chase me a sack down, like I was clownin'
Break out them racks on a bitch
Cartier glitz
I got the whole hood bouncin'
[Verse 6]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
Written by: Jeremiah Northern, Tyrek Britt