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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Rafe Nelson
Rafe Nelson
Songwriter
William Slayton Lambert
William Slayton Lambert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
Thankyouwill
Thankyouwill
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
rafeprod
rafeprod
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah we sitting outside, sitting outside bitch And we can sit outside, sitting outside bitch Yeah you my main, and you side bitch Cut off they head, cut off they tops bitch New level, you must have thought I was done New level, you must have thought I was done Play with us sitting outside, we can get you chopped bitch I got too many guns, too many chopsticks All of my gang familiar All of my gang familiar Suck my dick thru my pants, I'm finna fuck that twat I got too many bands, who counting my pockets Look here thot Oh no look here thot Look here thot Yeah I'm hooked on the highs I like when you suck my dick I like when you suck my I like when you suck my dick This here thot you ain't here on shit You must have thought I was done You must have thought I was done We'll I fuck bitches and do what I want You must have thought I was done You must have thought I was done Pull up in that big truck Come on you must have thought I was done The fuck, you must have thought it was guns I'm still on X And I'm still on X Like I told you boys again, they foreign checks We don't do foreign checks they bounce We don't do foreign checks they bounce We don't do thots from side to side We do chop em up and down We don't do old money only do new money Yeah we got all of them coming around Loaded up, pulling up, been every time I'm holding it down, here from the ground Lil Uzi, turn it around, turn it around Bitch I'm a big bank motherfucker Yeah holding me down Bitch I'm a rich ass motherfucker Yeah holding me down Slap that bitch from the back I'm a dog she own this pound We on a new level, everything but come on we holding the sound We got the money we hold it in all the accounts We on lil shit, we don't give no shit no ounce Yeah gon fuck that thot, fuck her round the house Yeah we sitting outside, sitting outside bitch And we can sit outside, sitting outside bitch Yeah you my main, and you side bitch Cut off they head, cut off they tops bitch New level, you must have thought I was done New level, you must have thought I was done Play with us sitting outside, we can get you chopped bitch I got too many guns, too many chopsticks All of my gang familiar All of my gang familiar Suck my dick thru my pants, I'm finna fuck that twat I got too many bands, who counting my pockets Look here thot Oh no look here thot Look here thot Yeah I'm hooked on the highs I like when you suck my dick I like when you suck my I like when you suck my dick This here thot you ain't here on shit You must have thought I was done You must have thought I was done We'll I fuck bitches and do what I want You must have thought I was done You must have thought I was done Pull up in that big truck Come on you must have thought I was done The fuck, you must have thought it was guns
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Noah Smith, Rafe Nelson, Slayton Lambert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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