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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Chow
Ian Chow
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Mixing Engineer
x9beatz
x9beatz
Producer

Lyrics

(Ayo, X9) Yeah, ay Gang, skii Yeah, ay, ay Ever since the kid got rich, they don't like me (no, they don't like me) I just ran a check-up in my Nikes (in my Nikes) I got a mean bitch, yeah, she feisty (ooh, she feisty) Shit, I'm smokin' knock you out with one hit like Mike Tyson Stop that ridin', boy, get off my dick, you know you need a license (know you need a license) Get my swag back, put a muzzle on and, boy, stop all that bitin' (rrr) Treat a ho like my name was Peter, take your bitch and pipe her Boy, your trap ain't been workin' for you, you should just retire (you should just retire) All day, I've been runnin' up a check, I ain't even tired (I ain't even tired) No cap, I'm like a fuckin' jet, you can't get no flier (you can't get more flier) Get the head, she ain't do her job right, she ain't gettin' hired (ugh) After I hit, she gon' tell her friend that she fucked Luh Tyler (ugh) I told the bitch if she let me beat it, keep it as a secret Say you rich, boy, I gotta see it for me to believe it (yeah) Bad lil' ho, I swear she a demon, I think she need Jesus (bad) I'm so cold, ice got me freezin', I think I'm anemic (ice, ice) Like a nerd, I wake up, I'm geekin' for no fuckin' reason (yeah) It's exotic, nigga, all this cheefin' got me fuckin' wheezin' Nigga crazy, say you wanna be me, boy, this shit ain't easy (shit ain't easy) I'm ballin', bitch, I'm in the big league, you lil' niggas peewee (uh, you a peewee) Freak ho, she just wanna eat, this bitch too easy (ugh) What the fuck, man? (No cap, no cap, this bitch Eazy-E) Man, this ho too easy Fuck a ho, kick her out the door 'cause I don't need her (I don't need her) "You ain't gon' be shit," what they told me (what they told me) Now I'm rich, I jumped off the bench to ball like Kobe (ball like Kobe) Tell that boy to get off my dick, this for your bitch (this for your bitch) Chase a bitch? Pssh, it's too much fish in the ocean (in the ocean) No cap, man, it's too many hos out here to be chasin' a bitch, man Yeah, yeah Ay, uh, skii
Writer(s): Chow Ian, Tyler Meeks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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