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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyTron
BabyTron
Vocals
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Johnson IV
James Johnson IV
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BabyTron
BabyTron
Mixing Engineer
Hokatiwi
Hokatiwi
Producer
MitchGoneMad
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Producer
Nick Cavalieri
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Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Whew
Huh, hey
Granny think that I'm an angel, I—
[Verse 1]
Granny think that I'm an angel, I was born with horns
I be ballin' on these little boys, you **** corns
How ironic that I'm drippin', came from in the storm
You can tell he ain't a shooter, just look at his form
You can tell he go to school, probably in his dorm
Me and Tron is MIA, swervin' in a foreign
Big body on Collins Ave, come and hear her roar
This bitch ain't even tryna shake no ass, kick her out, she borin'
[Verse 2]
Gang
I'm with Tron in the booth goin' back to back
**** cappin' in they raps, goin' hat for hat
I be smokin' out the bowl, lets go pack for pack
Pull it out and up yo' roll, let's go rack for rack
Bustdown Rollie avalanche, just like Kai Cenat
Only hit the bitch one time, I won't call her back
Get the head and then I cut the strings, I can't get attached
Only right it's me, Certi and Pat, we chillin' in the trap
So many racks, why my pockets fat, they can't get no chill
She done seen my Cuban now she tryna fuck, this bitch a gold digger
Palm Angels Moncler collab, watch the coat glitter
It's gon' be a hot summer, it's gon' be a cold winter
[Bridge]
On gang
Yeah, yeah
Whew, whew
[Verse 3]
Don't bring yo' ho to my show, you might get yo' bitch hit
Million dollar deals on the table, I'm a rich kid
My **** tryna put that brrt on a **** biscuit
Don't try to go against the guys, boy, you don't wanna risk it
I know if I miss the shot, Tyler got the tip in
Better duck, better get low, my shooter split wigs
Catch you walkin' out the door, we don't wanna hit cribs
A million dollar shit, check it off off my wishlist
[Intro]
Aye, SBDSM
Long live $cam
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Skee
[Chorus]
Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like, "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothin' like the old days
When they see us, we be fresher than a bitch like it's Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
[Chorus]
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like, "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothin' like the old days
When they see us, we be fresher than a bitch like it's Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
[Verse 4]
Take a look at them bands in my safe, you might pass out
Pull up to the party and we back in, we don't back out
Young ****, I'ma bring them racks in, I'm a cash cow
I don't like when **** get to actin' funny like they class clowns
Take a **** bitch then treat her like a blunt, she get passed 'round
**** cappin' out here pullin' stunts, sit yo' ass down
Talkin' 'bout money, ****, know I got a bunch, bring them racks out
Man, these ****, they be fakin', all they like to do is cap now
All these **** do is cap, man, go and get ya hat
Pull up in that coupe like Batman, ****, it's all black
She a eater just like Pacman, ****, that's a gnat
I'ma get up in them racks and **** thats a fact
****, I'ma get up, chase that dough, do that on the daily
Bitch, my name ain't Captain-Save-A-Ho, I can't do no savin'
Man, I heard they tryna book me for a show, man, they gotta pay me
Everyday we chasin' money on the road, **** really lazy
[Chorus]
Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like, "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothin' like the old days
When they see us, we be fresher than a bitch like it's Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
[Chorus]
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like, "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothin' like the old days
When they see us, we be fresher than a bitch like it's Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho—
[Verse 5]
Hey, hey
Give a fuck 'bout what a ho think
Lil' bitch all up on my woody, call her Bo Peep
Grind equals no sleep
Grind equals no sleep
Final drive down six, fuck around and go deep
Rockstar lifestyle, viewer discretion advised
Had to blow the whistle, doggy knew not to step on the line
When it's said and done, bet I was super ahead of my time
You gon' feel the vibe flip when them shooters steppin' inside
I can't miss a flight, nah, I do 'em a step at a time
Catch me coolin' off a deuce, like dude, that's a regular high
Baby bottles 'round like I'm a pops, we just measurin' lines
Knew I was the one, I brought it back any regular time
Me and Luh Tyler from the mitten down to Florida
All this gold got me feelin' godly, givin' out a Nora
White boy, Kyle Herder, catch me scorin' out in Georgia
Eyes low, still'll whip them fans out like Kimora
Out explorin', got my Apple Maps open like I'm Dora
Ended up in Spain, I'm out here spendin' Euros in Zamora
Lil' bitch ain't got no morals, pulled up on me, gave me oral
Cuddy off too many drugs right now, he think that he immortal
I done overdid the shrooms, think I'm sinkin' through a portal
Slidin' in the ghost, I guess the activity paranormal
Why they hatin' on us? Got it out the mud like some ogres
Heard they still nappin' on me, wake 'em up like some Folgers
You can try and fuck me over, DSM, I'm with some soldiers
Streets chilly than a bitch but my holdin' set was colder
Star player, catch a body, bet I'm still gon' sell some posters
Up and down, up and down, life really a roller coaster
Get a bitch, remote control 'er
You ain't sell no tickets, now you owe promoters
Sittin' on the rim from when we had us no exposure
Off an oxycodone, boy, my shooter low composure
Do a driveby, blow the motor
Blowin' zotty, I can't stop because the sherrifs know the odor
All that actin' like the plug, boy, cut it out, I know the growers
Life gon' try to stop you at the rim, but I'm gon' throw up floaters
Is that kid gon' hit the bucket when the team up on his shoulders?
[Chorus]
Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like, "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothin' like the old days
When they see us, we be fresher than a bitch like it's Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
[Outro]
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like, "No way"
Pocket full of guap, it ain't nothin' like the old days
When they see us, we be fresher than a bitch like it's Colgate
It just ain't 'cause we rich, give a fuck 'bout what a ho say

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