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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
BabyTron
BabyTron
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Lyrics
James Edward Johnson II
James Edward Johnson II
Lyrics
Willie Murray
Willie Murray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emmanuel Gallegos
Emmanuel Gallegos
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
DATBOIWILL
DATBOIWILL
Producer

Lyrics

Gang Yeah Phew, phew Gang, skinny nigga, fat racks, I'm out the way Gas burning like some sage Staying out the way Gang, aye, skee Skinny nigga, fat racks, stand the fuck up out the way White Runtz inside my blunt, that bitch burning like some sage No, ain't doing shit for you if that shit don't get me paid Bad bitch, she got her toes done and her edges slayed I'm on the beat, I'm in that mode nigga, you can't stop the rain Make sure that my family straight before I ever buy a chain (on gang) In the booth, my feet kicked up, I'm kissing Mary Jane (out my body) You won't catch me in the mix, I'm staying in my own lane You won't catch me in the mix but you can catch me with ya bitch (with ya bitch) Nah, this ain't dirty money, all my money be legit (my shit legit) In the booth, I'm smoking sour patch, feeling like that kid (like that kid) I just took a nigga bitch, yeah, I hit her with that rizz (yah) Yeah, I'm feeling like a pimple 'cause I'm finna pop my shit If you ever took my hoe, it ain't no pressure 'bout that bitch Ain't no gas inside this blunt, buddy must be smoking mid You ain't tryna get no money, you ain't standing on no biz Take a look inside my pocket, I got racks inside my pants I been getting to that money, nigga feeling like that man (feel like the man) Took yo' bitch and get behind her, then I do my dance (yeah) Time to have them labels calling, nigga tryna get them bands Nah, I'on fuck with niggas, you might think I'm in the klan Run that money up, make sure my family straight, yeah, that's the plan I ain't have to take ya bitch, turnt ya hoe into a fan Take the hoe out to the beach, she getting freaky on the sand Pennywise inside my blunt, hit that shit, it make you float I'm out the way, I'm with ya bitch and she tryna drive the boat (drive the boat) I'm either out here chasing cake or talking shit up in the yota (I'm in the yota) I can't wait to rick the stage, you know I'm tryna kick the door Rubi Rose or Jayda Wayda, man fuck it, I want both Had to cut lil' mama off because she always do the most I been kissing Mary Jane, think I'm 'bout to overdose I been stepping on they neck, I got the rap game in a choke (Phew, aye) I won't wife a bitch, I'm high as hell, up on the rings of Saturn Pop like its Wakanda, hit the hood, I gotta feed the panther How you 30 with zero hustle, like shit, we need some answers Fully switched, survived this bitch, up out the chance of beating cancer Running so historic, just look up, you ain't even peep the banners Sipping purple rain, R.I.P. Prince, you drinking green like lantern Only got some money when it's tax time, I done seen this pattern I can call a hath in little squares, just to calm his nerves Yo' bitch was front row in my concerts, she knew all the words Used to do it through the window, now I hit the mall and splurge Jefe walked in with a pint of quagen, I done caught the urge Bitch, it's the militia, it aint shit, to call my dogs and purge 30 something woods a day, might catch me spark a log in church God forgive me though Just discovered my family tree, I came from billy goats I'm the same me, whether I'm solo, or we 50 strong Rollin' 'round with 60 shots, I hop out up in Nipsey row You know what time it is, Balaclava and Dickies on Where everybody money go, I guess them stimmys gone What goes around, it comes around, life like a boomerang Tyler that's lil' broadie, touch him, bet your block a shooting range Dražen Petrović, I hit all net, the Glock got super range Doggie woke up in the mid life crisis, don't know who to blame Thinking who gon' help me Independent, gives a fuck, I'm thinking who gon' shelve me I put that shit on from head to toe, can't even do the selfie Seven-seater wrapped with presidential tint, I'm moving stealthy Bounced around like Super Mario, I think the shrooms gon' melt me Had me locked up in Nebraska, now I'm in the A Yeah, I'm out on bond, I'm out the way, but in the way Zaza to the face, but I ain't done, I keep one rolled Feel like roddy piper, got the rap game in a sleeper hoe, aye, aye Yah, I got the rap game in a choke nigga Gang, yah Skee
Writer(s): Tyler Meeks, Willie Kamari Murray, James Edward Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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