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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Gotit
Lil Gotit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Semaja Render
Semaja Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Faris “Faroos” Al-Majed
Mixing Engineer
John de la Prida
John de la Prida
Assistant Engineer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Jonas Lee
Jonas Lee
Producer

Lyrics

Top chef Yeah, I drip with Young Spider Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (hopped out a Spyder) You run your crew, then you put on that title (put on that title) Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (sixty boy) Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (woo) Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (throw it) Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (baby) Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (brr) I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (yeah) She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (nah, there) This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a plaque 100K on my neck, better hit with no flash Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (get on his ass) I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag Fuck a camera, I don't need no backup (nah) 'Bout this mun-yun, I promise, her ass up (nah, there) Pop a X pill and turn the fan up This ain't Texas, I went got my bands up (on Baby) Four pockets, I feel like I'm Wham (Wham) In that dinner, I'm ridin' in that Lamb' (Lamb') Nigga usin' my name in they scams (scams) When I catch you, I'm wettin' it down (I'm wettin' it down) Suck my dick in the winter, that's a cold slut In the spot, I got dosed up, but nigga got no luck (nah) Put a hole in the boy like a donut Went and turnt my mouth white like the Ku Klux (Top Chef) Got a bean, now my ex bought a new butt Ain't retarded, a goofy can't fool us (nah) In the hills with the view and that pool stuff Niggas trippin' 'bout hoes, tie your shoes up Yeah, I drip with Young Spider Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (hopped out a Spyder) You run your crew, then you put on that title (put on that title) Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (sixty boy) Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (woo) Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (throw it) Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (baby) Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (brr) I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (yeah) She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (nah, there) This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a plaque 100K on my neck, better hit with no flash Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (get on his ass) I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag BP whip, they don't know what I'm in Prada shades, cop them for the tint Self payed, I don't care 'bout no bitch Uppin' the budget, this shit gettin' lit (let's go) Talk with myself 'cause this niggas get it twisted First time nigga play with me and they blitzed (brr) Conley Road, baby, my shit worth a ticket (money) Real outspoken, can't blemish my image Yeah, at the bank, that just where I been Mixin' designers, I dress and I blend Just like a shark, you get bit with that fin (hey) Down bitch set him up like a tent (woo) Leave these niggas hangin' just like I'm Christ Stuffed chicken in the back of Ruth's Chris Put 'em on, hit that boy with a brick Stones all on my Bartier wrist (let's go) Yeah, I drip with Young Spider Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (hopped out a Spyder) You run your crew, then you put on that title (put on that title) Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (sixty boy) Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (woo) Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (throw it) Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (baby) Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (brr) I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (yeah) She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (nah, there) This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a plaque 100K on my neck, better hit with no flash Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (get on his ass) I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag
Writer(s): Ahmar Bailey, Semaja Render, Amir Gaianov, Jonas Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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