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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Molly Santana
Molly Santana
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Molly Santana
Molly Santana
Composer
Dane McQuillan
Dane McQuillan
Composer
Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson
Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson
Composer
Joseph Dagbe
Joseph Dagbe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Molly Santana
Molly Santana
Recording Engineer
Showjoe
Showjoe
Producer
Ben10k
Ben10k
Producer
Danesblood
Danesblood
Producer
Danes Blood
Danes Blood
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
[Verse 1]
They trailin' on me
Droppin' them bags, I'm doin' my deeds
Five hunnid a P
You stay on my trail, you'll get whacked like some weeds
Hunnid K for the feat, but it's no guarantee that I'll hop on the beat
You can't sell me no dream, I've been juggin', finessin' since I was a teen
Can't sell me short, ever since I was born, been wavy like port
Head straight to the store, I'm ballin', no court, I do it for sport
Been gettin' it in, scorin' them wins, freein' my sins
It don't get deeper than this, he sendin' a diss, he could get lit
So I'll say it like this, you could never, ever, ever hit this lick
You could never, ever be this bitch, but certainly you could be my kid
Ridin' my tail, baby, you might trip
Stealin' my sound, baby, you get skipped
I ain't no flop, baby, you'll get flipped
Fold you like paper, baby, you can get ripped
[Chorus]
Ridin' in a big black truck, got all my windows up
Ain't tryna see no one, I'm tryna blow the speakers up
Ain't tryna be your crush, don't call me when you need someone
They stuck on the bleachers, I'ma tell that bitch, "Go be someone"
[Verse 2]
They trailin' on me
Droppin' them bags, I'm doin' my deeds
Five hunnid a P, you stay on my trail, you get whacked like some weeds
Hunnid K for the feat, but it's no guarantee that I'll hop on the beat
You can't sell me no dream, I've been juggin', finessin' since I was a teen
Can't sell me short, ever since I was born, been wavy like Port
Head straight to the store, I'm ballin', no court, I do it for sport
Been gettin' it in, scorin' them wins, freein' my sins
It don't get deeper than this, he sendin' a diss, he could get lit
[Chorus]
Ridin' in a big black truck, got all my windows up
Ain't tryna see no one, I'm tryna blow the speakers up
Ain't tryna be your crush, don't call me when you need someone
They stuck on the bleachers, I tell that bitch, "Go be someone"
Written by: Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson, Dane McQuillan, Joseph Dagbe, Molly Santana
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