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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
John Wesley Lucas
John Wesley Lucas
Songwriter
Anh-tuan Antoine Tran
Anh-tuan Antoine Tran
Songwriter
Chi Nhan Trieu
Chi Nhan Trieu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jw Lucas
Jw Lucas
Producer
Atake
Atake
Producer
Sluzyyy
Sluzyyy
Producer
Oscar Cornejo
Oscar Cornejo
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Solitaire stones, carats bugs (Solitaire stones)
You did the bitch wrong and now the bitch gone, she posted with a thug (Yeah, with a thug)
Call the bitch phone, she won't come home, don't beat her up (Don't beat her up)
It must be the drugs, need to cross out your plug, yeah-yeah
It must be the drugs
[Chorus]
Higgin' that thick lil' shit, she bad, she like to get hugs (Like to get hugs)
Told her she can post that shit on the Fin', but never in pub'
Never in pub', no
Done fucked around and made her a member just because
Just because, yeah
Havin' your favorite rapper tender 'bout these girls
These girls
[Verse 1]
Don't shoot up the party, your lil' ho, she gnarly (Rockstar)
Don't shoot
Your lil' bitch, she want it , she want an AP, I go a Carti' (Carti')
Yeah
Pussy drippin' like water, pussy gon' cause violence (Violence)
Splash
Rich **** gon' spoil her, you tender **** a problem (Problem)
Sniper sittin' on the roof, I ain't sparin' none, I'ma shoot (I'm tellin' ya)
Sniper
She know I ain't runnin' out of loot, brain one, multiply by two
No, no, let's roll
Pockets steak, eatin' wagyu, **** fake, yeah, they fast food (Fake)
Steak
I'm higher, I'm flyin' to you, when I come outside, they through (On God)
High
Yeah
[Chorus]
Solitaire stones, carats bugs (Solitaire stones)
You did the bitch wrong and now the bitch gone, she posted with a thug (Yeah, with a thug)
Call the bitch phone, she won't come home, don't beat her up (Don't beat her up)
It must be the drugs , need to cross out your plug, yeah-yeah
It must be the drugs
[Verse 2]
David Blaine, go to Magic with my gang (David Blaine)
See Rick James, diamonds white lookin' like cocaine (His Rick James)
When I fuck on that lil' bitty bitch, yeah, she do great (Suck it)
When you fuck on that lil' bitty ho, yeah, she lose weight (Trust me)
She used to be out on the boat and the paddle, now she on the yacht (Yacht)
Trained to go when it's time to battle, yeah, we on the block (Block, woo)
Wipin' your nose with the tissue, not wipin' no snot (Snot, woo)
Tell me, lil' bro, what's your issue? It's over a thot (Thot)
You said that it's bigger than that, but no, it is not (No, it is not)
It's big
It's 'cause I be diggin' in that, it got 'em hot (They got 'em hot)
Ya dig?
I'm givin' respect, but I know you not (I know you not)
Shit
Your bitch on my neck, your bitch at the spot (Spot)
Your bitch
Yeah
[Chorus]
Solitaire stones, carats bugs (Solitaire stones)
You did the bitch wrong and now the bitch gone, she posted with a thug (Yeah, with a thug)
Call the bitch phone, she won't come home, don't beat her up (Don't beat her up)
It must be the drugs , need to cross out your plug, yeah-yeah
It must be the drugs
[Chorus]
Higgin' that thick lil' shit, she bad, she like to get hugs (Like to get hugs)
Told her she can post that shit on the Fin', but never in pub'
Never in pub', no
Done fucked around and made her a member just because
Just because, yeah
Havin' your favorite rapper tender 'bout these girls
These girls
Written by: Anh-tuan Antoine Tran, Chi Nhan Trieu, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, John Wesley Lucas, Quavious Marshall
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