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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Ruddy
Dylan Ruddy
Composer
Marquell Ushon Jones
Marquell Ushon Jones
Composer
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Lyrics
Aaron Tago
Aaron Tago
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Tago
Aaron Tago
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
Banbwoi
Banbwoi
Producer
Dylvinci
Dylvinci
Producer
Yung Tago
Yung Tago
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Dylvinci got the code)
(You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy)
(Ayy, that's probably Tago)
Yeah, ****
Phew, phew, phew
Yeah, ****, ayy
Let's go, phew, for sure
[Verse 1]
Bitch, we get that cheese in real life, this ain't no skit (This ain't no skit)
Any beat I hop on, ****, that bitch a hit (That bitch a hit)
Bad lil' bitch don't even rap, but she gon' spit
I'ma pour that drank, I fill my cup, get a **** lit
Pour that drank inside my cup, it got my movin' slow
When I step out, I be dripped out from my head down to my toe
Ayy, I took off, now these **** sick, I think they got a cold
Stayed on the grind and now I'm really lit, ****, that's for sure
[Chorus]
Kept on grindin', now I'm really lit, we be hittin' the road
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, then I'm hittin' the 'yo
I remember when them boys was sleep, now them **** woke
**** step out and you know I'm sticky, Moncler on my coat
[Verse 2]
Yeah, ****, Moncler on my coat
Ayy, yeah, they was sleep, but now they woke
Ayy, wake up, brush my teeth, then hit the 'yo
Got this lil' bitch shakin' ass, come get your ho (****, uh)
Better come and get your bitch, she shakin' ass
Yeah, you know all my **** good, but all my bitches bad
We got pape', all my **** happy, all your **** sad
Bad lil' bitch, I don't even know her mama, but she call me dad
Bad lil' bitch, I don't even know her mama, she still call me daddy
**** hoes, on my trail, ****, they like, "Oh, he rapping"
You ain't make no sale, know your trap drier than a napkin
We be slidin', know we on the road, get them bands in traffic
We be slidin' out in traffic, ****, runnin' through them G's
Know lil' brodie keep that thing, he might run you out your jeans
Better know them **** paid me if I popped out on the scene
To your bitch, I'm Freddy Krueger, ****, I be in her dreams
[Chorus]
Kept on grindin', now I'm really lit, we be hittin' the road
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, then I'm hittin' the 'yo
I remember when them boys was sleep, now them **** woke
**** step out and you know I'm sticky, Moncler on my coat
[Outro]
Uh
**** sticky, ****
Moncler on my coat, **** sticky, ****, uh
Phew, phew, ski
Written by: Aaron Tago, Dylan Ruddy, Marquell Ushon Jones, Tyler Meeks
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