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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wacotron
Wacotron
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Dufala
Alex Dufala
Composer
Katron Dreyshun Marshall
Katron Dreyshun Marshall
Composer

Lyrics

Hey(14x)
Now let the blocc say aye man I meant say-man
When it come to my kids Ima great man
That work come out the pot it got a straight tan
And lil bitch these here Versace not no ray bans
They seen a heavy weight the day I weighed in
And I stood on da bidness till it caved in
Hit the blocc off in da rain them **** stayed in
Don’t trip off in no field that you aint played in
Say I’m bacc at it
I took a crack at it
I’m a trap attic
My trust in crack attics
And if we ain’t eating good then we bacc jaccing
I see ya ribs showing go get a flack jacket
Say I’m right out da door with every hit and ima doe that
You know I’m da goat but they gon act like they don’t know that
When I get to snapping in this bitch I can’t control that
If you don’t get the picture I might get that boy a Kodak
Now be careful in this bitch 4 you get hit where it don’t grow back
I just was on my dick I knew who had it but wouldn’t throw that
Give me a couple strings and by the day I can sew dat
I heard you talking bout it but look out you gotta show that
40 racks in my sweat pants ,
I feed ya my left hand,
These diamonds a step dance ,
I cook like a chef can,
Now they say I wasn’t good enough,
To me they was looking up,
My calendar booking up,
So the price I done took it up
Now let the blocc say aye man I meant say-man
When it come to my kids Ima great man
That work come out the pot it got a straight tan
And lil bitch these here Versace not no ray bans
Written by: Alex Dufala, Katron Dreyshun Marshall
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