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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Spencer Jewesson
Spencer Jewesson
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Mixing Engineer
MitchGoneMad
MitchGoneMad
Producer
Wessgonemad
Wessgonemad
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, nigga Ay, ay Phew, phew, skii Gang, gang Yeah I ain't tryna do a thing but keep on runnin' it up I see they got a couple bucks, they still ain't fuckin' with us Even the fans are switchin' up, I can't give no one my trust I told that bitch she for the streets, so I can't put her in cuffs She see these diamonds and the cheese, I bet she lettin' me crush Stop all that beefin' 'bout the cheese, you niggas be doin' too much Mix the grabba with the weed, nigga, I ain't smokin' no Dutch I'm tryna smoke the pain away, I just been rollin' it up Did this shit all by myself, no, I don't owe these niggas nothin' We already know how this shit get, that's why bro rollin' with his gun Man, I been countin' up all these blues, this shit been fuckin' with my thumb You'd think my niggas was in a band how they be poppin' out with drums Ain't nothin' like them lame niggas who be going through your stuff Bitch, I ain't gon' trip, it's all the same, bae, if you don't let me fuck I ain't bring the shit in this cave ain't for nothin', I'ma dump Just waitin' on a nigga to say my name, he gettin' flushed I feel asleep on the toilet, roll all the way to morning I don't remember being sober like I don't think 'bout my organs You already know I snuck the dope in, got the Wock' way in Poland Ain't gon' fake it 'til you make it, they gon' hate 'cause you chosen I told my nigga to stack them bands and I'ma stack 'em up with you I told lil' Yak, "You gotta keep puttin' on for all the young niggas" How the fuck my diamonds flashin'? I ain't takin' no picture My niggas been about that action, the way they ride with them pistols If she ain't tryna let me fuck, I just might try it with her sister They say I should've been a ref', I swear the kid so official Do my thing real quick, then cut her off, I bet she gon' miss me Off that drink, I got her out her drawers, think she a lil' tipsy Got a pocket full of blues on me, them bitches so crispy Yeah, nigga, I swear I ain't been broke in a minute I'm from Florida, where we wear Cubans and take trips to the dentist I turned into a boss, can't take a loss 'cause I'm winning Ain't nothin' like them lame niggas who be going through your stuff Bitch, I ain't gon' trip, it's all the same, bae, if you don't let me fuck I ain't bring the shit in this cave ain't for nothin', I'ma dump Just waitin' on a nigga to say my name, he gettin' flushed I feel asleep on the toilet, roll all the way to morning I don't remember being sober like I don't think 'bout my organs You already know I snuck the dope in, got the Wock' way in Poland Ain't gon' fake it 'til you make it, they gon' hate 'cause you chosen You get that skrilla, nigga, don't blow it, these hoes be goin' already Told Luh Tyler, "Lil' dog, you gotta stack your money like Perry" You better be standin' on your shit when them accounts timed out And I don't give a fuck, you better not ever tell a bitch what you got And I don't give a fuck, you better not ever show your left with your right And I don't give a fuck, you better not ever let 'em play with you twice, nigga Yeah, ay Phew, skii
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Tyler Meeks, Spencer Jewesson, Brandon Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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