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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cartel Bo
Vocals
DENOWHATSPOPPIN
Programming
Hunter
Programming
Reazy Renegade
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Johnson
Songwriter
Di-Mario Leung
Songwriter
Hunter Tomeo
Songwriter
Warren Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Barton
Mixing Engineer
DENOWHATSPOPPIN
Producer
Hunter
Producer
Reazy Renegade
Producer
Lyrics
Haha, yeah
(Renegade)
Cartel
Frrt, let me ask you a question, man, for real
Which one of you tough-ass **** ready to die first? (Grrah)
Mama ain't got no money to bury your ass, you can use my hearse (Yeah)
Nuts hangin' so motherfuckin' low, my damn cock hurt (Ooh, ooh)
Don't want that bitch to leave, but she see me, so your ass out of there (Hey)
From Houston, but don't get shit fucked up, we not them other **** (Yeah)
This money just keep goin' and goin' and goin' like I got a money printer (Yeah)
Ruin your lil' day, yeah, I'm the lightning and the thunder, **** (Baow)
Hundred mile an hour winds is how you know I'm comin', **** (Yeah)
Cleaner than a soap dish (Hey), can't get hard off no broke bitch (Nah)
This that for the low shit (Ooh), that fresh up off the boat, bitch (Yeah)
Why is it that your house and car the same price as my coat, bitch? (Haha)
Blue hundreds give me the exact same side effects as snortin' coke, bitch (Yeah)
Contracts with the reaper (Who?)
Some of my **** be eatin' people (Yeah)
They think 'cause of Jeepers Creepers (Haha)
The fuck, is you gon' save a demon? (Baow)
Who love orange soda mixed with syrup, bitch, I'm like Kelly King (Mm)
We put so much dope on top of the scale, it said, "To be continued" (Haha)
You must place your bets to play, which jet we gon' take today? (Vroom)
Want this work? They got the cash (Hey) no, not yet, let's make 'em wait (Hey)
You need safety goggles in my trap, it might mess up your eyes (Haha)
I put you around the right ****, can you connect the dots? (Yeah)
I'd rather you sit and not say shit before you tell a lie (Nah)
All about my bread, yeah, I like cheese, I might need extra fries (Nah)
How the fuck you tellin' me he real? You know he testify (Nah)
I don't give a fuck how many he killed, this **** finna die (Grrah)
Which one of you tough-ass **** ready to die first? (Bitch)
Mama ain't got no money to bury your ass, you can use my hearse (Yeah)
Nuts hangin' so motherfuckin' low, my damn cock hurt (Hey)
Don't want that bitch to leave, but she see me, so your ass out of there (Bye)
From Houston, but don't get shit fucked up, we not them other **** (Nah)
This money just keep goin' and goin' and goin' like I got a money printer (Baow)
Ruin your lil' day, yeah, I'm the lightning and the thunder, **** (Hey)
Hundred mile an hour winds is how you know I'm comin', **** (Yeah)
Written by: Bryan Johnson, Di-Mario Leung, Hunter Tomeo, Warren Brown