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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jace!
Jace!
Performer
Summrs
Summrs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jace Salter
Jace Salter
Songwriter
Deante Johnson
Deante Johnson
Songwriter
Aaron Gilfenbain
Aaron Gilfenbain
Songwriter
Michael Iadisernia
Michael Iadisernia
Songwriter
Zachary Kupiec
Zachary Kupiec
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HurtboyAG
HurtboyAG
Producer
M15
M15
Producer
zkup
zkup
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thirty thousand on my wrist
Fuck your card, it get flipped
All these broads gettin' flipped
Made a hundred thousand off rip
All of these meds is script
That Glock got a mothafuckin' switch and that bitch don't fff
[Verse 2]
It's goin' through doors, goin' through trees
Goin' through everything that you see
Yeah
I created like everything that you see
Yeah, I be with some Crips but most my **** throwin' up Bs
Catchin' Zs on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off codeine
Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans
I could keep goin'
[Verse 3]
Dirty pole on me, bitch, it could keep blowin'
Yeah, blowin' up this fuckin' world, C4'in'
[Verse 4]
Sippin' on red at a red light
Don't make me catch you at the red light
Glock 26 got a green light
ARP got a red sight, and ARP got a flashlight
Pull up on you with my mask tight
Givin' her dick, give her act right
Can't remember nothin' from last night
I used to skip class, now I skip the seats and get to first class
Put his body in the trash bag
[Verse 5]
E-Class, bitch bad, I could keep goin'
She tryna suck my dick, I'm like, bitch, keep blowin'
Fit cost a **** rent
All of his hoes is bent
All of his drugs is fent'
Catch that boy outside, I guarantee he dyin'
He tryna speak on my name, swear to God that boy only got one more time
I'ma keep scorin'
We gon' hit him in his head, bitch, if he keep goin'
All I want is CDG, bitch, this ain't Ralph Lauren
[Verse 6]
Uh huh, hittin' his fro, it's makin' him bleed
I spent two bands on a mink, yeah
Bitch get wet in her pants, bitch, when I blink, yeah
Diamonds got a bitch wetter than a fuckin' sink, yeah
[Verse 7]
Yeah, uh huh
It's goin' through doors, goin' through trees
Goin' through everything that you see
Yeah
I created like everything that you see
Yeah, I be with some Crips but most my **** throwin' up B's
Catchin' Zs on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off codeine
Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans
I could keep goin'
Written by: Aaron Gilfenbain, Deante Johnson, Jace Salter, Michael Iadisernia, Zachary Kupiec
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