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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anton Martín Mendo
Songwriter
Brandon Terrell Veal
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Tobias Dekker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Finessin
Producer
Outtatown
Producer
Benjamin Thomas
Recording Engineer
Frank Holland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Starboy
Producer
Steven Tejeda
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
Lil Uzi Vert
I been smackin' so hard, man (yeah, yeah)
This shit so (yeah)
Look, it go hard (I love you, star boy)
Watch (yeah)
Made the bitch suck it up right in the chair (yeah)
I don't know that bitch but I told her, "Come here" (yeah)
I got the guap, my name is Symere (ayy)
It's nice to meet you, now, who is that there? (Ayy)
That is your friend? Oh, do you share?
Won't tell nobody, baby, I swear (shh, what?)
That is two baddies, the grand finale
I got a check, look like a tally (yeah)
Stay with the bands just like the Tali'
Uh, my clan don't matter the climate
Uh, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (what?)
Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin' (hey)
Had to run back the swag like a Heisman
Went to the dentist, that boy like I'm Rodman
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "Fuck Maserati"
I got a ridiculous whip (yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch
Niggas, they funny, Ridiculousness (yeah)
I got a ridiculous whip (yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch
Niggas they funny, Ridiculousness (yeah)
Trap on the block, I'm missin' the zip
Ride through my block, your whip'll get flipped
If he owe me money then I'm chippin' his bitch (yeah, yeah)
These niggas pussy, just missin' a slit (yeah)
What's the location? Got sticks in this bitch (yeah)
I paid a lot so no missin' the hit
I took his thot, got him missin' his bitch
Countin' the guap while I'm dickin' your chick (okay)
Trap out the Uber, do hit out the Lyft
Don't shop at Saks, I can't do that lil' Fifth
These niggas don't even know I exist
I fuck his bitch and that shit like a myth
Uh, Marni on Marni, need more
She clean it up like the dick was a chore
Money on top but it start from the floor
We done bought everything up in the store
Made the bitch suck it up right in the chair (yeah)
I don't know that bitch but I told her, "Come here" (yeah)
I got the guap, my name is Symere (ayy)
It's nice to meet you, now, who is that there? (ayy)
That is your friend? Oh, do you share?
Won't tell nobody, baby, I swear (shh, what?)
That is two baddies, the grand finale
I got a check, look like a tally (yeah)
Stay with the bands just like the Tali-
Uh, my clan don't matter the climate
Uh, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (what?)
Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin' (hey)
Had to run back the swag like a Heisman
Went to the dentist, that boy like I'm Rodman
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "Fuck Maserati" (skrrt)
Oh, yeah, by the way, I went diamond
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Tobias Dekker, Anton Martin Mendo, Brandon Veal
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