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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Albee Al
Albee Al
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Robinson
Albert Robinson
Songwriter
Ruben Domingo Colon
Ruben Domingo Colon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LILZ
LILZ
Producer
Million Dollar Snare
Million Dollar Snare
Mastering Engineer
Michael Briggman
Michael Briggman
Mastering Engineer
Bennie Briggman
Bennie Briggman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy (Lilz produced this beat), ay Ayy, ayy, ayy Ay Swerve, swerve Swerve, swerve Ay (swerve), ay Yeah, yeah, yeah (okay) Mama raised a boss nigga (ay), he a leader (yeah, yeah) Free all of my animals (uh), call Peta (yeah, yeah) I be with them Lions, Hyenas (yeah, yeah) You can't be around us (why?) 'cause you a Zebra I just bought my bitch a Chanel bag to match her sneakers Held a nigga down when I was down, she a keeper I just put a plain jane Rollie in the freezer (bling, bling) May just pour the pint of sweet red up in the liter Hotter than my old bitch, thought I'd need her Gave the bitch back to the hood 'cause she an eater She like, "Albee, you will never change, I ain't a meter" I don't fuck with rappers (no), so no features Albee home Tell the DJ he can bring it back (bring it back) That Benz and AMG kit (ay, ay), bring it back (yeah) And my pockets fat (yeah), think I should run a lap Hold up (grr), ay, ay, ay, ay (bah, bah, bah) Instagram bitch (yeah), dick all in her guts (for real) I hit the first night (splash), you fly her out to fuck I barely liked the slut (for real), you probably wife the slut (yeah) And when you wife the slut, I bet I still gon' fuck 'Cause she a blood-sucker (ay), let the bloods fuck her (Su gang) Free my nigga freak (gang), she let the cuz fuck her Shout out my mud brothers (my mud brothers), them my motherfuckers (my motherfuckers) You know that LG shit, we like blood brothers (yeah, yeah, nigga) Sippin' Wock', turned to a zombie Ain't no tats on my face, but I got bodies (grr, baow, baow) No face tattoos, but I got bodies (baow, baow) The DA tryna do me like I'm Gotti Mama raised a boss nigga, he a leader (yeah, yeah) Free all of my animals (ay), call Peta (yeah, yeah) I be with them Lions (Lions), Hyenas (Hy-) You can't be around us (ay, ay) 'cause you a Zebra (yeah, yeah) I just bought my bitch a Chanel bag to match her sneakers Held a nigga down when I was down, she a keeper I just put a plain jane Rollie in the freezer (bling, bling) May just pour the pint of sweet red up in the liter (yeah, yeah) Hotter than my old bitch, thought I'd need her Gave the bitch back to the hood 'cause she an eater She like, "Albee, you will never change, I ain't a meter" (no) I don't fuck with rappers, so no features Mama raised a boss nigga (what she do?), he a leader (yeah, yeah) Free all of my animals (hold up, hold up), call Peta (yeah, yeah) I be with them Lions (swerve), Hyenas (swerve, swerve) You can't be around us (why?) 'cause you a Zebra Gladiator, he a leader (Gladiator) Free all of my animals, call Peta (ay, ay) I be with them Lions (I do), Hyenas (ay, ay) You can't be around us (ay, ay), you a Zebra (yeah, yeah) Ay, what's up, nigga Ain't gon' stop -, nigga
Writer(s): Ruben Domingo Colon, Albert Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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