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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Eyo
Composer
Jaedan Case
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jayco
Producer
Harloww Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, yeah, alright
Alright, I'm, uh, okay
(Harloww)
[Verse 1]
We move shit out the way, get the fuck out the way
My bitch got a fat ass and a pretty face, like to touch on her waist
Milly D get out quick, don't do no talkin' or bappin' or sprayin'
Now I need to go on and get back in my old bag, you **** stole the taste (Yes, Jayco)
That's them sounds, **** keep dyin', **** gettin' buried
I can't leave the crib without my fire, I'm in Miami, Drac' and a milli' (Damn)
Navy SEALs when I'm in the 'Raq, this shit'll go up
When we get off, on Fred, you can't duck
7.62 leave a fuck **** stuck (Bah-bah-bah)
That's them sounds, **** keep dyin', **** gettin' buried (Damn)
Mama don't want me back in the 'Raq, come like stop playin', she like, "It's scary"
Huh, I ain't gon' lie, a **** gon' be pissed if he walk up, tryna attempt me
Throw a **** down so quick, 'fore he reach for his blick, hollows bustin' out the semi (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
That's them sounds, **** keep dyin', **** gettin' buried
Spin a **** block, anything to us, me and all my **** let bangers bust
Me and all my **** too dangerous, pushin' South, hit your block, flame it up
I heard a dumb-dumb tried to slide, got hit on a hit and nobody tryna claim him (Yes, Jayco, bah, bah)
That's what happen, **** be goofy, you know we clown 'em (Bah, bah)
We'll hit a **** block from both ways, split it in half like it was a fraction (There he go right there)
Shots let off, I don't know what happened
Police come, I don't know what happened
**** be doin' that internet bappin'
Bloodbathh, I don't tolerate bappin'
Chop a **** block right in half like a fraction (Uh, Lord know it's snitchK, ****)
All **** good at is literally lackin' (Harloww)
Glock 20, you know I'm packin'
Bump into me, come see what happen
By myself, I'm still a savage
Uh, do a hit out a Chrysler 200, me and— shh, tryna see who switch the fastest (Damn, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, yes, Jayco)
[Verse 2]
Uh, brr get off, you know I'ma blow my fire, you **** ain't ready to die (Rrah)
Caught a **** tryna walk in his crib with his bitch, me and bronem bounced out, fried him (Ayy, come here)
Uh, **** know it's up when they see my face, his eyes just got so widened (There he go)
Beat a **** block in a Q50, Big Opp catch you, me and Lil D just ridin' (Come here, come here, come here, come here)
Uh, that's usually how that go until we catch one lackin'
**** can't even bump they fire back, Drac' let off, that bitch gon' grab him
Uh, catch a **** ridin' in a fishbowl, spank his ass, boy, why is you lackin'?
Uh, I said it before, I ain't gon' say it again, all my **** be pistol packin'
Uh, all you **** be bappin'
We sit back laughin'
Countin' these millions up (Harloww)
Fuckin' these thots, ****, mm
Runnin' these millions up
Uh, fuckin' these thots, rockin' this ice, drivin' these fast cars
(Yes, Jayco)
[Verse 3]
Machete weapon, Glock 23 slicin' shit like Freddy
Without a weapon, the two-step deadly (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain't fat, why you rubbin' my belly? (Go, go)
I ain't gon' lie, sometimes I was fresh as fuck growin' up, put me in that Pelle (On foenem)
We'll hit a **** block in an SVR, the truck kind if you let me (Harloww, vroom)
I don't judge books by its cover, we take off, this bitch burn rubber (Bah, bah)
Every time we hit they side, they duckin' and divin', lookin' for cover (Cover)
Never fuck hoes under the cover (Cover)
If I do, then I damn near love her (Love her)
My Draco, wish I could fuck it (Fuck it)
Swear to God that I'll play with her buttons (Yes, Jayco, buttons)
Hellcats, you know that's a fast cat, all four wheels turnin' bald (Bald)
Cross a **** up like Chris Paul (Paul)
Windmill on shit, John Wall (John Wall)
You a decide pick on the wall (Wall)
2024, we don't brawl (Brawl)
Micro Drac' make shit fall (Bah, bah, bah)
Sweep shit up like my granny (Granny)
Got your bitch out her panties
Foenem just took a Patek
I'm cruisin' in traffic, GLE, no four-door Matic
**** don't want no static (Static)
We quick to let you have it (Have it)
I cannot taint Bloodbathh, my shorty hop out and do it in traffic
[Outro]
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Written by: Charles Davis, David Eyo, Jaedan Case