Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Wolf
Danny Wolf
Performer
Miguel Curtidor
Miguel Curtidor
Drum Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Songwriter
Miguel Curtidor
Miguel Curtidor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Wolf
Danny Wolf
Producer
Dilip
Dilip
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, uh (Yeah)
NLE, you know how we do that shit
NLE, ****, Choppa (Haha)
(Danny, I see you)
I got four pockets full though
(Ayy, Dil)
Shoutout to Baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bankroll on Crip, I'm counting up blues
I be C'd down, Chanel on my shoes
My diamonds they wet, they come out the pool (Splash)
My attitude mean, they sayin' I'm rude (Yeah, yeah)
They know I'm on top, they want me to flop (No)
Every time that I drop, the streets get hot (Hot, hot, hot)
Hot as the summer
You a worker, you a runner
I'm callin' the shots like a **** Obama
Every time that I walk in the room (The room)
She feelin' my style and my groove (My groove)
She said that **** too smooth (Too smooth)
She lovin' the way I maneuver (Maneuver)
She love to cheat on her dude (Her dude)
And then I call her a Uber (Wait, hold up)
She was on some setup shit so I had to shoot her (Yeah, grrah)
Ayy, pop me a Perc', it go down my throat (Yeah)
It sit in my belly and then it float (Perc')
Stick to the script just like a pastor (Yeah)
Put kids on her lip, then I turn to a bastard
I ride with my gun, it came with a drum (Drum)
Shoot him in his head, it knock off his tongue (Grrah)
Put a hole in his body, I took out his lungs (Bah, bah, bah)
He tried to run, now his legs is gone
Every time that I walk in the room (The room)
She feelin' my style and my groove (My groove)
She said that **** too smooth (Too smooth)
She lovin' the way I maneuver (Maneuver)
She love to cheat on her dude (Her dude)
And then I call her a Uber (An Uber)
She was on some setup shit so I had to shoot her (I had to shoot her)
Yeah, haha
The bitch was on some setup ship, I had to pop the ho, you heard
NLE, yeah, haha
Ayy, let me say something just like this (Top Shotta)
Aye, yeah, yeah
Trap phone ringing, I gotta make a serve (Ring, ring)
Pure cocaine 'cause we trafficking them birds (Birds)
My bitch, she so gangster, put my Glock up in her purse (Her purse)
I bet when I blast it, that motherfucker burst (Grrah)
Yeah, NLE (Uh, uh)
(Danny, I see you)
Written by: Miguel Curtidor, NLE Choppa
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