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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
YTB Fatt
YTB Fatt
Vocals
CMG The Label
CMG The Label
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cavon Paige
Cavon Paige
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Kevin Price
Kevin Price
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm in LA with the growers
See you going for dog shit right here, ****, how many you need?
****, place your order
Or you can get this amount for this amount
****, ****, keep 'em comin'
I was gon' die about this shit for free, imagine what I'll do for that money
[Verse 1]
If you tryin' to be around, better have a voucher
I don't know if you gon' shoot your pistol for me
When you see me, you gon' see a smacker
These **** round me ready to tie up a woman
Bagg say, "Stay out the hood, boy, them millions comin'"
Six chains on, totin' a hundred
That little ass money these **** uploaded, I done thumbed through it and spunt it
****, this shit on my neck, this shit hunchin', sex
The shit they did, I done
****, this shit came quick, how?
I got foxes across the country
Before this deal, you could ask my city
****, I was gettin 'em hit before the money
Been had the power, now I got the cheese
Shit ain't funny
I put this shit on they head like a scrunchie
Switches, frrt, bump down hundreds
I kept this shit on order like a function
The last **** just won't leave my conscious
We made 'em eat that shit like the munchies
In my family, I take care of the womans
****, I'll pay 'em if you hit his tummy
****, I'm cashin' out whoever done it
[Verse 2]
If he make the news by Sunday, ****, you'll have that shit on Monday
Have them youngins spin that bitch so many times, they just think I'm giving money out
Rich junkie, bitch, I do this shit 'cause I can afford the high
Broke dummies, why come beef with us? You can't afford to die
Up at 6 AM, I'm geeking, thirty left to 7
In here high as hell tweakin', feel like I'm close to heaven
They hit the lights, fire up a Black & Mild before he say he smell me
Tell 'em **** that's me ridin' foreign in the city
Four choppas in that decoy back there trailing
Fly the bitch to LA, no this ain't no vacay, ho, you mailing
Told her once I fuck, don't give that shit away unless you selling it
Don't make my young **** kill a pussy today, right now he celibate
I'll self defense a ****, don't forget, I ain't got no felonies
[Chorus]
I'm in LA with the growers
See you going for dog shit right here, ****, how many you need?
****, place your order
Or you can get this amount for this amount
****, ****, keep 'em comin'
I was gon' die about this shit for free, imagine what I'll do for that money
[Verse 3]
I'll pull up back street post up with some grave diggers
Tell them boys, "Don't @ me, ain't even tryna play wit' ya"
Bitch pull up at 3 AM, we fuckin', I can't lay wit' ya
Soon as I'm done busting, get to trucking, I can't stay wit' ya
Glock came with a Hellcat, ****, this a Dodge pistol
"Poppa, where the hell ya at?" Bet I ain't tryna dodge ****
Rappers talkin' 'bout let's work, but I can't lie, I charge ****
I can't lie, I'm scarred, but them Perkies heal my heart
They know it ain't safe out after dark
[Chorus]
I'm in LA with the growers
See you going for dog shit right here, ****, how many you need?
****, place your order
Or you can get this amount for this amount
****, ****, keep 'em comin'
I was gon' die about this shit for free, imagine what I'll do for that money
Written by: Cavon Paige, Darryl Clemons, Janarious Wheeler, Kevin Andre Price, Tahj Morgan
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