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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quin NFN
Quin NFN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Lyrics
Mekhi Cooper
Mekhi Cooper
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khi
Khi
Producer
Christian Herrera
Christian Herrera
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye, back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a ****
Then you can go meet with the **** (Let's lean)
Nowadays these **** don't go to school
But they be at the crib tryna tweet with a ****
Turn that shit back Khi
I'm ready for this talkin' my shit
Hold on, hold on
[Verse 2]
Aye, aye (Gang) Back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a ****
Then you can go meet with the **** (Let's lean)
Nowadays these **** don't go to school
But they be at the crib tryna tweet with a **** (Uh, uh)
Aye, 2015, bitch I couldn’t get a fee from a ****
Now boys wanna eat with a ****
Got on Say Cheese and blew up
They was sleep on a **** now they wanna speak on a ****
[Verse 3]
Gold on my chain like my jeweler just peed on a ****
Real ice, come and ski on a **** (Ice, ice)
She know I'm a dog, but you can't put a leash on a ****
We smoking a P in the sprinter (Damn, damn)
Go creep with my ****, she eat the penis for dinner
I still spit some heat in December (Okay)
OG in a swisher, pour up some lean with a killer
Then go hit the scene with my ****
[Verse 4]
Go hit a jugg I be stacking and moving (I'm stackin')
My **** ballin' like passing and shooting (Grra, grra)
Like a vacation, we packing and moving
She taking a pic while I'm smacking her booty (On gang)
I eat the beat I be smacking and chewing
She eat the meat, she be gagging and drooling
Opps see a **** they laughing and cooling
When we see them ****, we clappin' and shooting (Grra)
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm never lacking, my tool it be on
I still got the Glock with some Louis V on (On gang)
Hit from the back, man that coochie be gone
I'm in the coup dripping juice and Vlone
Don't-Don't got a bag, I won't get on a song
Don't-Don't got a bag bitch you need you a loan
Not needing TD I just got in my zone
Your bitch shaking ass on the app in my phone
[Verse 6]
Aye, that lil' bitch stalking my pics
Aye, I might water faucet my wrist
Aye, now I got her stalking my dick (My dick)
Aye, now they got me talking my shit (My shit)
Aye gang, hold on
Aye, now they got me talking my shit
Aye, they got me talking my shit
Lil' bitch, aye, they got me talking my shit
[Verse 7]
No love for a thot, I'm in love with them dollars
Spot me an opp make them fold like a collar (Grra)
She wanna kick it like we playing soccer
I'm still it the 4 with a Glock for a robber (On gang, gang)
I heard you fuck **** be talking 'bout thuggin'
Signing they life, pussy boy you a puppet (Huh)
You see them boys on the net and they clutching
Fuck **** be naked when you see 'em in public (Dumbass)
[Verse 8]
Come to my show tryna trip and it's over
Dogging your bitch with the stick in the sofa (I'm on that)
I bought his bitch, she be feeling this Yoda (On gang)
Gold on my chain I be feeling like Homer (Gang)
I do my thang toss a bitch like a floater
Run up a check with my main in the Rover (I'm gone)
Drip like the rain with my gang till it's over
I used to hit stains, I'm the same but I'm older (Gang)
[Verse 9]
Aye, I used to hit stains, but I'm older
Aye, I used to hit stains, but I'm older
Aye, bitch, I used to hit stains, but I'm older, aye
Written by: Quinlan Sharif McAfee
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