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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Vocals
Mike & Keys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Producer
DJAY CAS
Producer
RushDee
Producer
Tyler Crawford
Recording Engineer
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Snow White
Hit it with soda, I bet it stretch out
Thought they had the drop on my spot, but I'm at my next house
My new bitch mad I'm filling bags up at my ex house
I'm in a rush, she sad 'cause we ain't fuck before I left out
[Verse 1]
Moving fast, lotta Louis tags, got these goofies mad
Couldn't find no good when I was doing bad
**** owe me cash, I'm on his ass, he done let two weeks pass
When the star died that made the movie sad
Answer probably changed depend on who you ask
Top Ramen all he ever ate, they pushed his noodles back
Dog food the best here, you'da thought it got doobie wrapped
Changed up who I am, wasn't part the plan
30 grand, gave it to my jeweler, told him freeze my hand
Peter Pan, a thousand pills on me on that green sedan
AC broke, a lot of miles on it, it just need a fan
Shooter died, made me lose my mind, I was doing fine
Bought a coupe to drive, made sure the dash computerized
What you know about doing time?
We hop out, they move the line
Fuck with me, that's suicide
All I ever knew was shine
She get in her feelings and start texting from that Uber ride
If they violate, we shoot that car up, don't care who inside
[Verse 2]
They say I got too much pride
I got on this blue like I'm about to suit up for Duke tonight
**** get the ball, can't get a bucket, they ain't hooping right
Nothing working out, feel you a loser, right?
I'm twisted, I might fuck her in my shoes tonight
After that be stewing rice, rocking with my family
If they wrong, I don't care who was right
Ziploc full of Xannies on the turnpike, letting the cougar drive
Free my **** doing time
Bullets to his top and blood start oozing out, they blew his mind
**** doing they thing, but I don't care, ain't got shit to do with mine
I knew that I really put on for gang the day that Shooter signed
**** light up candles, keep it pushing, no matter who be dying
We was out in Cleveland, trying to score before I knew LeBron
Walking through the projects, shoes untied with all my jewelry on
Netflix got her over, she wanna fuck, but with a movie on
Heard about the price of bricks when Biggie had a Coogi on
In this type of life, you risk the love until they prove you gone
[Chorus]
Snow White
Hit it with soda, I bet it stretch out
Thought they had the drop on my spot, but I'm at my next house
My new bitch mad, I'm filling bags up at my ex house
I'm in a rush, she sad 'cause we ain't fucked before I left out
[Verse 3]
Heard shots that put the block in order, put that on my daughter
You closed your eyes like you was underwater, secrets from my lawyer
Couldn't tell him, they said that I'd be felon by the age eleven
How you jealous? I did my bid and ain't no record of me telling
All in ****' comments, till he woke up at the doctor yelling
Would've drove it, you was closer, send that bag and I can mail it
I'ma say no to that pussy, you look good, but why I smell it?
Teach me by the boat, in a day or two but I'll be selling
[Verse 4]
Every time I try to do some snake shit, I paid for it
**** ask me how I deal with shit, I say I'm made for it
Life a challenge, try and keep my balance, I'm on a skateboard
You ninety-two, you not quite a hunnid, bro, you need eight more
A couple onions had the strip bumpin', I watched it break out
Was on the run, eating, no dine-in and only take out
We meet up like the mafia, tailored suits at the steak house
Got too much makeup on, go on my lap, you tryna make out
[Chorus]
Snow White
Hit it with soda, I bet it stretch out
Thought they had the drop on my spot, but I'm at my next house
My new bitch mad, I'm filling bags up at my ex house
I'm in a rush, she sad 'cause we ain't fuck before I left out
[Chorus]
Snow White
Hit it with soda, I bet it stretch out
Thought they had the drop on my spot, but I'm at my next house
My new bitch mad, I'm filling bags up at my ex house
I'm in a rush, she sad 'cause we ain't fuck before I left out
Written by: David Brewster, John Groover, Michael Ray Cox Jr.