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Tink
Vocals
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NoCap
Songwriter
Trinity Home
Songwriter
Hitmaka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darrell Gregory Jackson
Producer
Jesse Jazz
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Hit a lick with you
Get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you
Tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't fronting when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playing 'bout you, that's just what it is and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you
Send a hit for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
Got a bitch to hold you down and pick up all your problems
Matching Rollies in our Rolls', we be doing shit for fun
When it was smoke with such and such, we turned him to a strain
Took some charges that you had, I had to charge it to the game
I could not fuck up the brand no more
Ten toes when I stand straight
Why it always be my fault? I'm a real bitch, not man made
Can't be touching and fucking to part ways
This pussy will always be your safe space (yeah)
What I did for you, private jet out trip for two
Off the coast, Pacific view
Trick on me, I trick on you
Street bitch, I don't give no fuck
Hold your gun inside my clutch
They don't want no smoke with us, no, no
Hit a lick with you
Get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you
Tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't fronting when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playing 'bout you, that's just what it is and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you
Send a hit for you
'Cause you the realest shit around
I trust you, let you tote my gun, sometimes you roll up my weed
Girl, I'm so fucked up 'bout this bond, I never wanna be free
I went back to her, came back to you, I know you the one
And every time I cause you hurt I end up buying some
Put you in a Jag, put you in the Cat
Wonder why your driveway turned into a zoo
None of them hoes, they ain't in your league
And none of her friends can fuck with your crew
Whatever they make you spend it on hair
Take you out of state, right back to the trap
Ain't got the keys, we taking the train
Talk to the lawyer, then we lay down the bank
You know secrets I don't even tell my homies
Not falling back from you, I'm with you through the summer
Four gloves, two masks
Four guns, two bags
Move wrong, get hurt
Put a bullet in a clerk, ah
Hit a lick with you
Get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you
Tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't fronting when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playing 'bout you, that's just what it is and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you
Send a hit for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Trinity Laure'ale Home, Kobe V. Crawford, Derrick Milano, Darrell Gregory Jackson
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