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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loe Shimmy
Vocals
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raffi Sorfazian
Composer
Karon Vantress
Lyrics
Andrew Rincon
Composer
Vincent Anderson
Composer
Shamar Cox
Lyrics
Tye Gibson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Vincemadethebeat
Producer
Rawbone
Producer
808Nate
Mixing Engineer
Exile
Producer
TyeBeats
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Damn, Tye, you made this bitch, too?
Fuck happened to you?
Man, shit, man
We done killed this boy beat, Vince ain't gon' lie, it's dead
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Uh, once I woke up, went straight to the trap, forgot to make my bed
I could hit the booth, go off the head, but I just need my meds
Lil' bitch took a look inside my cup, thought I was bangin' red
Only traffic if it's hunnid plus, just tryna duck the feds
Zoe gon' hold the spot down when I'm gone, that dope right in the shed
Claiming shit I zipped, don't give me cred, I'm the one that took his head
Want Givenchy boots, Celine instead because I love her head
**** think they bullies, all this lead, that Drac' knock off his dreads
Percocets and drank, don't need no honey, dirty soda junkie
Even though I sent lil' sis some money, still'll store her bunky
How the fuck Lil' Shim get all this money? Traphouse jump like bunny
Yeah, I love whipping pies, turn one to ten, get splats and switch the VIN
Every time that my phone ring, ten or better, got loads for the band
I put buttons on like any gen, my switch just like a tran'
After I fuck, she might just tell her friend, this lil' bitch just a fan
[Verse 2]
I done smoked too much exotic strands, damn near out of breath
My double cup a heavy price tag, lil' bro, watch your step
Pour a six, take it to the gut like I work on abs
Hunnid bands, boy, that ain't no money, don't even make me laugh
Rich just like a white man, used to be a clown in class
This lil' bitch a huge fan, but she don't want no autograph
Lex just mixed the red with the Wock', just like science class
My bitch want Chanaynay bags, she think Gucci trailer trash
I'm a fucking money addict, drank my only lazy habit
You a tacky dressing ass ****, need some fashion lessons
I'm an old trappin' ass ****, still vacuum sealin'
Bronem still grave diggin', throw a Draco at you
Fanta on me, dirty lil' bastard, need a laundry mat
Catch me out leaning, out in public like I'm down a leg
Freaky ho, she wanna play schoolgirl, give me college head
Told you this the ten or more phone, boy, don't call me back
Written by: Andrew Rincon, Karon Vantress, Raffi Sorfazian, Shamar Cox, Tye Gibson, Vincent Anderson