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