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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dc2trill
Dc2trill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillan Caster
Dillan Caster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rawbone
Rawbone
Producer

Lyrics

Number one stunna, plus I'm the grooviest nigga in the world Know what I'm sayin'? It's Lil Moe, baby, yeah Stick right with me, I'ma stick right to you I came to play like Barry Bonds It's time to take some pictures (Barry Bonds) Trill nigga, came in with a bougie girl (Damn) She hopped up on a flight, came to a different world Yo' ex nigga a crab, I spoil her like a pearl You now tuned in to the grooviest nigga in the world I thought she was a rider, this bitch a one nighter I had a strategic plan, I wrote it in my binder Try me in the club, beat his ass, this nigga need a rider Stomp a nigga out, he seen more feet than Dan Schneider (Damn) Buddy actin' dumb, his bitch know 'bout me I'm 'crete too, to eat, these niggas EBT She can't help but stare, she look by us and seen the gang pass He left with a broken heart, his bitch got whip lashed That's a damn shame that boy can't show a rack You ain't got shit to show, bae, bring that booty back What a twist, I throw cash and made the bitch twirl You now tuned in to the grooviest nigga in the world I show these folks the Drank Babies, I'm finna change the world I can keep that bitch up in the loop, if I know she thorough Rolled 30 joints like Uncle Snoop, let us lead the world She went to Brazil for her caboose, came back a superstar I'm the one that want her, I couldn't lose, I pulled a foreign car Automatic rounds comin' at ya from every end Watch yo' head bust Man, tryna take that bitch out, show her something new Lil Moe made a codeine pit-stop, on the way to the loot She gon' tell her friends everything 'bout what a nigga do This lil bitch here lie so much, you'd think she tell the truth Straight to the airport, I swerve in a Caddy Drop up out it, help her with the baggage Watch how you handle the designer you grabbin' Lil Moe a beast and he too much to fathom Come for the sack and the .40 just tackled Real drink baby, drink Codeine like matter Turnt off spaghetti, it's red like the splatter Makin' my potion collide into atoms Product too clean, too quiet to fathom I ain't Slim Shady, got drip in my closet Go to the bank and I make a deposit Nut on her face, man, I just missed her eyelid
Writer(s): Simon Dringenberg, Raffi Sorfazian, Matthew Lenard Armijo, Andrew Rincon, Dillan Michael Caster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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