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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Smiff
Performer
Tee Grizzley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Make It Bang Swain
Composer
Michael Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Make It Bang
Producer
Lyrics
Intro
Niko on the beat bitch
(Mike Smiff What up though ****)
I’m just thinking out loud
Verse #1
I’m the realest **** in the room
And I pulled up with a mop & a broom
Popping pills in the middle of the afternoon
Drinking liquor in the middle of the afternoon
He don’t like me I don’t want to talk to him
He don’t like me I don’t want to talk to him
Leave a whole in him big enough to walk through him
Use to be a lil dog im a boss now
I’m that mother fucking **** on this side of town
On these jiggers two stepping like im James Brown
Uh uh Hoe I’m super bad
Try me i put these sticks on your stupid ass
Uh uh ain’t nobody give me shit
All love I went and got mine out the mud
Keep this shit g code to the door bitch
I ain’t your mother fucking dog I’m a goat bitch
Every **** round me on go bitch
OTM who the fuck want smoke bitch
Drop a bag on a **** I’ll spend every penny
Until the day a **** get them we gone keep Spinning
Uh uh **** keep Spinning
Uh uh bitch keep Spinning
We gone be aight
We gone be aight
(Mike Smiff What Up Doe ****) let’s get it
OTM
Verse #2
Woo Wooo I’m Bout To Wig
Make sure you sell the brick Brody take out the bid
Give a fuck about a trend real **** always in
Bro ain’t dizzy cause they drunk they dizzy cause they spin
Who birthday is it I been getting all this cake
Life a game a chess I told plenty **** mate
You want smoke with us we sit outside your momma house with drakes
She gone cook & we gone kill you when you pull up for a plate
She ate it cause I had on Prada
Don’t put your hand out baby you ain’t getting nada
Got money for the lawyers and we got choppers for the problems
Miami to the D shout out my **** Zoey dollars ya hear me
Verse #3
I’m the realist **** in the room
And I pulled up with a mop and a broom
Popping peels in the middle of the afternoon
Drinking liquor in the middle of the afternoon
He don’t like me I don’t want to talk to him
He don’t like me I don’t wanna talk to him
OTM who the fuck want smoke bitch
Written by: Christopher Make It Bang Swain, Michael Smith