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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
CMG The Label
CMG The Label
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Darius Henry
Darius Henry
Songwriter
Abdallah Ahmad
Abdallah Ahmad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dee
Yung Dee
Producer
Rvei Wav
Rvei Wav
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Mixing Engineer
Jorge Ace Taveras
Jorge Ace Taveras
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I been runnin' laps 'round these ****, got no respect for they big homies
Just like Dugg say, "I got that shit on me"
Uh, blue face, my Patek, I call it Chrisean (Chrisean)
Hood bitch, I took her to Crustaceans
Yeah, bitch, this garlic noodles, this shit fine dinin' (Oddles and noodles)
Yes, I'm tryna fuck, you know I'm on that timin' (I am)
Nah, I ain't Zelle'd her, but I Delta (Delta)
Put her on that first-class flight after I nailed her
Uh, I'm too big, I don't shop with Wafi (Retired 'em)
If you smart, you gon' stack the profit
Everything solitary certified
Everything throw-aways and modified
You know the code, close your mouth and keep it quiet (Shh)
You know these hoes, money gone, they leave your side
You know these **** hate and try to justify it
You know these hoes ain't none of our hoes, they switchin' sides
In your car, next week, they with the opps (With the opps)
I hope she in that bitch when they spray the car (Brrr)
I'm sorry, but I'm really not
I be in a Phantom in a pair of Crocs
Universal meetin' with a dirty Glock
Hope no offender run up on me, end up gettin' shot
Square feet, twenty thousand square feet
My house like a small mall, I'm losin' shit every week (Damn)
Aye, I think the maids might be stealin' from me (Stealin' from me)
I think the chef might be spyin' on me (Spyin')
Paranoid, I think the trainer might be wired up (Wired up)
Fuck it, roll it up, and gon' fire it up
I don't even smoke, but I've been stressin' lately
Last night, no rubber, probably had a baby (Ugh)
Fuck it, twinnin', matchin' watches we winnin' (Winnin')
I'm prayin' while I'm sinnin' (Sinnin')
God gotta forgive me
[Outro]
Yung Dee made the beat, so I rapped on it
Ain't no cap on it, but I snapped on it
Dee, you poppin' yo' shit, ****
Yung Dee made the beat, so I rapped on it
Ain't no cap on it, but I snapped on it
Written by: Abdallah Ahmad, Darius Henry, Mario Mims
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