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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacco Troost
Jacco Troost
Songwriter
Kenyatta Frazier
Kenyatta Frazier
Songwriter
Rok Curkovic
Rok Curkovic
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Lidsky
Ben Lidsky
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Fallwood
Fallwood
Producer
Rokonthetrack
Rokonthetrack
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Rob a nigga bare face, no mask I don't give a fuck, put the cash in the bag I pulled up with a stick, then pulled off real fast Niggas think they the shit but they really be ass 12 lookin' for me, I'm doin' the dash It's a CPN, give a fuck if I crash I'm rollin' off X, I just took a dab I'm high as fuck, it's makin' me laugh I'm in New York, you can get stabbed I'm in LA with a Glock on my lap I'm in the A with a Glock on my lap Keep my Glock every day, anywhere I can have it I keep my Glock on me, I treat it like a bad bitch I keep me a Glock, I can't go out sad, bitch The last nigga that ain't have it ain't live another day to grasp it I clutch on whoever look at me (I clutch every day) I clutch on whoever look at me (I clutch every day) I clutch on whoever look at me (I clutch every day) I clutch on whoever look at me (I clutch every day) Move wrong, you know I'ma shoot I keep me a stick, I keep me a Groot I'm totin' a K, ain't talkin' Kahoot I fuck on your bae, I fuck on your boo These niggas be gay, I mean they be fruit Dressin' formal today, got a Raf Simons suit You know my kicks Maison Mihara too It's Bottega or Rick when I'm rockin' some boots I rock this shit, make it look cool You rock this shit, make it look poop Your fit ain't nothin', my fit somethin' to do That bitch ain't nothin', she smash the whole crew Lil' bitch, I ain't done, lil' bitch, I ain't through After we catch 'em lackin', we catchin' you too All you can hear is, "Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo" You can run, you can hide but we slidin' on you Send a guy in the sky and he glidin' on you Do whatever it take to get the job through There go 12, I'm like, "Aw, shoot" If they trail, we gon' all shoot Rob a nigga bare face, no mask I don't give a fuck, put the cash in the bag I pulled up with a stick, then pulled off real fast Niggas think they the shit but they really be ass 12 lookin' for me, I'm doin' the dash It's a CPN, give a fuck if I crash I'm rollin' off X, I just took a dab I'm high as fuck, it's makin' me laugh I'm in New York, you can get stabbed I'm in LA with a Glock on my lap I'm in the A with a Glock on my lap Keep my Glock every day, anywhere I can have it I keep my Glock on me, I treat it like a bad bitch I keep me a Glock, I can't go out sad, bitch The last nigga that ain't have it ain't live another day to grasp it I clutch on whoever look at me (I clutch every day) I clutch on whoever look at me (I clutch every day) I clutch on whoever look at me (I clutch every day) I clutch on whoever look at me (I clutch every day)
Writer(s): Rok Curkovic, Jacco Troost, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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