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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elias Iatrou
Composer
Javarri Walker
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Etrou
Producer
Raymond "DatRaw" Scott
Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani “A$” Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(Gotta feel like a million dollars) (Turn me up)
(Turn me up in the headphones) (I got her head gone)
(Told her cut the fan on)
Brand new “cut the fan on” chain
This bitch cost 200k
How you flex 100 bands
You place a order at the bank
D.A tryna legislate
I’m still screaming fuck the state
Don’t ask me is I’m happy I’m home stupid
Whatchu thank
And this morning put my blues on drippy
They could lock me up fasho but can’t kill me
Industry, miss me
Favorite rapper, snitching
Running to the booth cause his lips sing (alright)
They thought I would never jump, I showed em like a double dutch
Ima fuck her over every time she got a bubblebutt
She go French tip, I tip her where her toes are
Let’s get it crackin my BM, I gotta throw sum.
Too clumsy, I be the one without a drop
Hellcats in the graveyard, wake up all the opps
Told you all my life, how I made it rock
This the life of hot, stay real but still got **** locked up, in a minute they don’t hear my voice , told my son I ever go this long without you it’s by force
****, pain in my eyes I never shedded tears of joy
Gang hear my cry, then they’ll be loading up for war
[Hook]
Brand new “cut the fan on” chain This bitch cost 200k
How you flex 100 bands
You place a order at the bank D.A tryna legislate
I’m still screaming fuck the state
Don’t ask me is I’m happy I’m home stupid Whatchu thank
And this morning put my blues on drippy
They could lock me up fasho but can’t kill me
Industry, miss me
Favorite rapper, snitching
Running to the booth cause his lips sing (alright)
Jail talk, devil want my soul ****, hell talk
Shorted all the bros ****? Hell nah
23 in 1 get a hour out that cell dawg
Feds watching, they just waitin on me to mail yall
Out the bank, that cake be coming crispy like funnel
My neck be so icy, I could light up me a tunnel
Fell asleep in bed with seven bitches on my momma
Sippin codeine on a PJ, hoppin off in my pajamas
Ain’t no more blues, chicken souse, junk food still same bump too Look what I come home to this the life I belong to
I’m hoping that you come with me I don’t want to have to coach you [Hook]
Brand new “cut the fan on” chain This bitch cost 200k
How you flex 100 bands
You place a order at the bank D.A tryna legislate
I’m still screaming fuck the state
Don’t ask me is I’m happy I’m home stupid Whatchu thank
And this morning put my blues on drippy
They could lock me up fasho but can’t kill me Industry, miss me
Favorite rapper, snitching
Running to the booth cause his lips sing (alright)
Written by: Elias Iatrou, Javarri Walker