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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Zay
Lil Zay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karpets Ivan Sergeevich
Karpets Ivan Sergeevich
Songwriter
Zaleon Bailey
Zaleon Bailey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer
CHEEZE
CHEEZE
Producer

Lyrics

(Cheeze) Let's go Ay, ay, nigga, have these chains on my motherfuckin' neck, man Swear it's some motherfuckin' ice, man I got like a hundred in jewelry right now Whoa Whoa, bitch, I don't fuck with rappers, I am not a rapper (I'm not a rapper) Real trap nigga, bustin' Ps out the wrapper (bustin' Ps out the wrapper) I just poured a four of the Wock' in the Snapple (in the Snapple) Ran up my first hundred, I ain't lookin' backwards (on God) She like how my chains, they swingin' (swing) She wanna come hang with us (hang with us) Told her this shit can get dangerous (can get dangerous) And lil' bro, he got hit from the ankle up You ain't havin' no motion, can't hang with us (broke-ass nigga) Hittin' the bitch from the back, chain tangled up (on God, whoa) Th-th-thrashin', I'm smashin', I'm beatin' up her kidney (I'm beatin' up her kidney) I was trappin' and rappin', I made me a killin' (I made me a killin') Send them young niggas to slide on a mission I got 50 racks, all blues in the duffle (in the duffle) Get this shit today, get it back 'cause it's nothin' ('cause it's nothin') If you ain't lost it all, got it back, you ain't hustlin' (you ain't hustlin') Stayed down with this rap shit, they know I'm finna bubble (yeah) And she lickin' my diamonds, all these VVS clusters (yeah) Brand-new watch, but I ain't got time for fuckin' (ain't no time) Fuck the ho once, give her back, I ain't cuffin' (no) Ho think she gon' get somethin' from me, she get nothin' (she get nothin') But let me get back to the trap shit Bustin' down Ps in the trap, fuck this rap shit (fuck this rap shit) Don't fuck with niggas, they be on some cap shit (be on some cap shit) Youngest turnt in my city, we been on the map, bitch (on God) Whoa (on God) Whoa, bitch, I don't fuck with rappers, I am not a rapper (I'm not a rapper) Real trap nigga, bustin' Ps out the wrapper (bustin' Ps out the wrapper) I just poured a four of the Wock' in the Snapple (in the Snapple) Ran up my first hundred, I ain't lookin' backwards (on God) She like how my chains, they swingin' She wanna come hang with us (she wanna come hang with us) Told her this shit can get dangerous (can get dangerous) And lil' bro, he got hit from the ankle up (from the ankle up) You ain't havin' no motion, can't hang with us (can't hang with us, nigga) Bitch, I don't fuck with rappers, I am not a rapper (not a rapper) Real trap nigga, bustin' Ps out the wrapper (bustin' Ps out the wrapper) I just poured a four of the Wock' in the Snapple (in the Snapple) Ran up my first hundred, I ain't lookin' backwards (on God) She like how my chains, they swingin' She wanna come hang with us (she wanna come hang with us) Told her this shit can get dangerous (get dangerous) And lil' bro, he got hit from the ankle up (from the ankle up) You ain't havin' no motion, can't hang with us (lame-ass niggas)
Writer(s): Zaleon Bailey, Ivan Karpets Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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