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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xavy Rusan
Xavy Rusan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Hollingshed
Anthony Hollingshed
Composer
Michael Xavier Westerfield
Michael Xavier Westerfield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jharee
Jharee
Producer

Lyrics

Aye, aye, look
I guess it’s by the grace a God or Allah
I done came up on some dollas
Stunt like Daddy on my Mama - Hallelujah
My **** I ain’t trippin’
Slippin’ fallin’
Fuck ‘bout what these **** talkin’
Get yo roll on
Steven Hawkin, power to ya
I tried and I can’t give a fuck, I just don’t know how
You **** mouths is always runnin’ ain’t said nothin’ profound
They got me isolated, meditatin’ let in no sound
They bickerin’ about some politics and proper pronouns
That’s why I’m distant dippin’ coolin’ somewhere wit’ my shawday
I’m rollin’ up that weed she cookin’ turnin’ on that Sade
I visualized it in my head and went ‘n got it my way
No balla blockas in my huddle tryna figure my play
I get that cheese and flip that chicken
Walk-in spatula
You want a feature, that might cost you a new Accura
My blood rushin’ now she suckin’, oh you Dracula?
She make it clap and I’m gon’ clap that shit right back at uh
This shit spectaculuh
Man, I just handle shit the best way that I know how
Fuck yo commentary, you don’t know me no how
If you feel it, you ain’t even gotta know how
How we made it this far, I don’t even know how
I just handle shit the best way that I know how
Fuck whoever hatin', they don’t know me no how
They can’t do it like we do it, they don’t know how
How we made this far, I don’t even know how
I guess it’s by my DNA and diction
I got motion
They got friction
Got these boppers out here pickin’ on a playa maybe
And you can peep my disposition know that I ain’t into wishin’
Know my name, but I’m just lovin’ how you say it lately
I’m grown, I learned to smoke my weed and mind my bidness bitch
So fuck them haters and they homies, we up in this bitch
They in they feelings on that modem, boy I thought I told em
I got my paper, dropped my scrotum it’s too hot to hold ‘em
And yeah we still gleaming, we still Mobbin, I don’t plan on stoppin’
Fuck wit’ you gon’ wit’ all that flaugin’ when we on yo noggin’
I know they lame but I can’t hate ‘em, that just ain’t my flava
They claim my music underground, but bitch I live too major
And I just handle shit the best way that I know how
Fuck yo commentary, you don’t know me no how
If you feel it, you ain’t even gotta know how
How we made it this far, I don’t even know how
I just handle shit the best way that I know how
Fuck whoever hatin', they don’t know me no how
They can’t do it like we do it, they don’t know how
How we made this far, I don’t even know how
Written by: Anthony Hollingshed, Michael Xavier Westerfield
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