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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Dicky
Lil Dicky
Vocals
benny blanco
benny blanco
Programming
Stan Lane
Stan Lane
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davey Alexander Miramontez
Davey Alexander Miramontez
Composer
David Burd
David Burd
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Dicky
Lil Dicky
Recording Engineer
benny blanco
benny blanco
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Mixing Engineer
Michael John Gove
Michael John Gove
Recording Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Stan Lane
Stan Lane
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Coming live from the stash house
Taking all of the trash out
High ceiling like Shaq's house
Every time that I rap now
They all want me to pay dues
Trap here like escape rooms
Heating up like it's late June
Stop believing the fake news (Huh, huh)
Ain't no doubt about it, my dick getting crowded
Why they do me foul now?
Fuck it, bucket, count it (And one, uh)
They're calling me soft, they're not really wrong
I'm rocking velour (Uh)
You not on a boat, well that doesn't matter
We going for shore
No jewelry on me, they took it off me like I'm Ben Baller (Hey)
They got me up in court, I'm with the set like Travis Barker (Oh)
Ain't no capping with this paper like a Magic Marker (Yeah)
They can't jack it, I'm a fire starter
Wait, wait, wait
[Verse 2]
Prada bag, Gucci, Louis
And LB got a store
I don't care about no money, you can run all them jewels
Only plans that I have, get the coochie galore
Actually, I'm lookin' for love, but to no avail
[Verse 3]
In and out the back quick
They cannot see me like I'm backlit
Everybody told me I was batshit
Now they looking past like a has-been
Stay up in the back like an ad-lib
They ain't really cracking like a chapped sticked lip
They don't wanna see the lil' dick kid growing any bigger than he is
But I swing big, don't I?
I'm smoking marijuana
I want to sit down and just chop it up, Benihana
I'm cold-blooded with this shit, I'm coming like iguana
They should never really judge us for this shit, Your Honor
That would be
[Chorus]
H-E-A-R-say
Why, that's hearsay
Mobbing with the gang
If you hating then it's fear-based
You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby, that is clear as day
I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana
[Outro]
H-E-A-R-say
Why, that's hearsay
Mobbing with the gang
If you hating then it's fear-based
You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby, that is clear as day
I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana
Written by: Dave Burd, Davey Alexander Miramontez, David Miramontez
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