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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Programming
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Kenny Lloyd
Kenny Lloyd
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sophie Griffiths
Sophie Griffiths
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer
Patrick Hundley
Patrick Hundley
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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This shit right here
This shit right here
****, this shit, that Tunechi and that Swizz shit
And it isn't no Hootie and no fishsticks
****, this shit that Tunechi and that Swizz shit
That bougie and that rich shit, that movie and script shit
No booty and no bitch shit
Shoot and you can hit shit, that shottie is my thottie
That rifle, I'ma wife her, that uzi is my mistress
You give her a big kiss
Smooches all on his lips, she uses blood for lipstick
Mwah, you on point, Tune? All the time, Slime
You got a short fuse? Bitch, I'm a live wire
I'm tryna talk to 'em like Paul Finebaum
I bring the chalk to 'em, get the boy outlined
Real chinky like a **** born in Taiwan
Wrists blingin' like that Drizzy song "Hotline"
Bloody red, bloody red, bloody red, bloody red, bloody red
Times five, like a stop sign
Gang
****, this shit right here
****, this shit right here
This shit right here
This shit right here
Check, I'm right here, ****
I'm like Tyson whisperin' in your right ear, ****
I'm takin' off, I need Gucci flight gear, ****
We're shootin' at them ****, beef or hype will, ****
I'm not the hoster with the toaster like cheers, ****
Versace sofa didn't come from IKEA, ****
I work the chopper like sheers, ****
Uncut white girl, call that brick a Britney without Spears, ****
I'm nasty like Nasir, ****
I raise the blammy like a Grammy trophy, a ****
Chin check a ****, have to goatee a ****
If he chirpin' flip him like a Nokia, ****
No Hondas, no Chevys, no Kias, ****
New bondo, I just put the door key in, ****
Tell them bottom feeders, top chefs feed a ****
It's lonely at the top and I'm the loneliest ****
Huh
****, this shit right here
Uh, so brazy
****, this shit right here
Don't let me catch you uptown
Don't let me
This shit right here
Don't let me catch you uptown, baby
This shit right here
Uptown brazy, uptown, baby, uptown brazy
Lay it down, baby, better ante up
Lay it down, baby, better ante up
Don't let me, don't let me catch you uptown
Don't let me, don't let me catch you uptown
Don't let me, ah
Uptown, baby, uptown brazy, don't let me
Don't let me catch you uptown
Don't let me
Don't let me catch you uptown
If I do you better ante up
I say, "Su Woo", you better ante up
Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Kasseem Dean
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