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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TYTE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey L Williams Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dário Sebástian
Producer
Lyrics
[Hook:]
Walked in chain swangin’
We don’t see eye-toieye
Big tooly on my hip,
Know you see it pokin’ out
Diamond pendant flickilatin’
From trappin’ out my momma house
In a section with some bitches
Who I’m bout to fuck tonight
Lord, I told you I wasn’t gone fuck her raw no more,
I lied
Love when she climb on top of this dick,
And just ride
**** tried to catch me at the store
Oh, he tried
Everytime it’s beef or smoke
You know somebody dying
[Verse 1:]
50 round drum on the stick,
So it hold a lot
Pop my shit
You can get hit like a polka dot
Money real tall,
I can talk with my chest out
Shooters on standby,
Only doing head shots
Why the car sound like a whistle?
This a red-eye
Why the pistol sound like a mistle?
That’s a dead guy
Hand around her throat
I’m the goat we going viral now
I ain’t trying to boast,
But I’m the owner of that pussy now
[Hook:]
Walked in chain swangin’
We don’t see eye-toieye
Big tooly on my hip,
Know you see it pokin’ out
Diamond pendant flickilatin’
From trappin’ out my momma house
In a section with some bitches
Who I’m bout to fuck tonight
Lord, I told you I wasn’t gone fuck her raw no more,
I lied
Love when she climb on top of this dick,
And just ride
**** tried to catch me at the store
Oh, he tried
Everytime it’s beef or smoke
You know somebody dyin’
[Verse 2:]
Bitch, I’m cleaner than a bar of soap
You the type to bust a split then lick the dick,
A nasty hoe
Sweeter then a casserole
Switches on the Gen 4
Jittin’ out the window
Ask ‘em what it’s hittin’ for
Jeweler said 10 more
Tiltin’ like a light pole
Diamonds look like white snow,
Left wrist still froze
Outside it’s hot, though
Know I love a bankroll,
Pockets on Sumo
Pussy like a tight rope
She don’t know how to act though
[Hook:]
Walked in chain swangin’
We don’t see eye-toieye
Big tooly on my hip,
Know you see it pokin’ out
Diamond pendant flickilatin’
From trappin’ out my momma house
In a section with some bitches
Who I’m bout to fuck tonight
Lord, I told you I wasn’t gone fuck her raw no more,
I lied
Love when she climb on top of this dick,
And just ride
**** tried to catch me at the store
Oh, he tried
Everytime it’s beef or smoke
You know somebody dyin’
Written by: Jeffrey L Williams Jr