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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zelly ocho
Zelly ocho
Performer
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Performer
Denzel Young
Denzel Young
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Young
Denzel Young
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Loesoe
Loesoe
Producer
Seal
Seal
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, chop the cheese up like a deli (Yeah)
We got choppers, we got shellies
Man, I'm high as fuck like Zelly, woah (Loesoe goin' crazy)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, we got money, but we look sketchy (Yo)
Let's go, yeah, let's get ready
I had money before you met me (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, pockets swole, they fuckin' hefty
Told her, "Lick my left teste"
Diamonds colored like confetti (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Vlad, what Trippie say? No fetti
Turned money into my bestie
Head had turned, thought I was deadly
[Verse 5]
Yeah, she think I'm God, she said, "Come bless me"
I'm the shit, I know I'm zesty
Big dog, you can't pet me (Arf)
[Verse 6]
Hey, they puttin' bullets where your flesh be
I get high, I got jet wings
I go up, I take the whole team
[Verse 7]
Holdin' shit down like a goalie
I been stackin' with my twin, **** hatin', Mr. Moseby
Kept the chopper by my side, man, you **** couldn't hoe me
Got a hundred and one problems, but, lil' ****, I ain't Zoey (Yeah)
Yeah, walkin' through my hood, all the OGs know me (Grrah)
Got a mansion in the hills, man, tell them crackers, "Blow me"
[Verse 8]
Bought a mansion in the hills, I used to sit up in the nosebleeds (Hey)
Kill his best friend, now he lonely (Hahaha)
Real **** die, fake live, that's how the code be (Yeah)
You know I'm just blowin' through a bag with my brodie
[Verse 9]
You know I'm just chillin' in my fuckin' bag, I'm gettin' cozy
Blueberry Faygo with some Act', but I ain't Mosey
Chillin' with your bitch, playin' Ring Around The Rosie
Yeah, I'm only twenty-two, but I ain't leavin' without my forty
I'm a dark **** how Edgar Allen Poe be
When I be feelin' blue like Obi-Wan Kenobi
And I'm stackin' green like motherfuckin' Yoda
You **** rep the gang, lil' ****, better throw it up
Throw the bitch away, she a lame and she chose up
In the trenches, watchin' anime with a damn double cup
[Verse 10]
Got these **** mad as fuck 'cause she chose us (Hey, yeah, they mad)
I got money on my line, still hang my phone up
How the fuck I'm gettin' to this green? I didn't have no luck
We gon' have to blow his mind, I think he know stuff
Yeah, I used to have that bitch, but she chose drugs
I let her sip my soda (Yeah)
Sometimes I feel like she don't want love
You know it's fuck the opps, I treat 'em like they no one
Written by: Denzel Young, Michael Lamar White I, Michael Lamar White II
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