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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Artem Zherdev
Songwriter
Primo Pepper
Songwriter
Wyndham Srenaski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yeat
Producer
Synthetic
Producer
FLOWRENCY
Producer
Yateski
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
Primo
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
They thought I was motherfuckin' pilgrim
She like it when she feel good
Geeked up member, top dog, real top dog
We popped out and shoot a mothafucker
[Verse 1]
We just pulled up outside, got it all like a pilgrim
Why they like this sound? I fuck they eardrums
Call me like a coin, I make that money pump
Yeah, shoot 'em with that buck shot, I'm pumped
Fucking these twats up
We been fucking these knots up
We done got these bands up
Make the money, twerk like a motherfucking dancer
I can do whatever the fuck I want, I won't get cancelled
Why you join this army? You gon' serve these fucking bands
Don't tell me shit 'bout what the fuck you ever can do
You can show me books, I'm gon' burn us like a candle
Bitch, I'm front and center, yeah, Julius Randle
New York like the Knicks, and I still got my shank
Mini gun on top of that Blick, sitting on that tank
And I still got my army, yeah, fuck what you think
Yeah, I'm still drug addict, still sipping mighty
Shawty don't even know wassup wit' them, we overseas
Most them don't even know the CEO, that's how I see it
All my baby, suck my dick, every time I pull my pants up
You say you get this bread but you work at Quiznos
Real shit, that ****, the boy dead
Yeah, only real ones know what's that
A lot of brothers ain't have my back
Ion feel a way, I cut them off easy
Yeah, I take that slice, I take that shit cheesy
Yeah, all them rats, all them mice, Swiss cheesy
Yeah, I'm Jesus with these thorns, bitch, I'm still bleeding
[Verse 2]
I was young when I seen them aliens come
They told me what to do and what to run
Ion even try to be mean or try to be this or that
I try to do what the fuck I do and run that back
They forget awoo, like I would, I'm the wolf, yeah
Taliban my head like a shaman, like a monk
Yeah, you getting chewed, bitch
Like some bubblegum that's run through
Top dog, big boy, yeah, I do my grunt
No, we're not no quarterbacks at all, but we gon' punt through
Yeah, I fuck that twat up, show me what that cunt do
You know Yeat at the **** 'member when he come through
They see 7 on 7 tied, I'ma teach you 'bout severance
Least I know how to turn it, 737 on bad mitten
Lil' bitch banded, we gon' give you a baby
Tuck you in yo' bed, and we passing you the blinky
Rolly-polly, .308, we shoot 'em like the minky
I ain't sober, I'm a geek soldier and I'm drinking
Hold your thought, shut the fuck up while I'm thinking
Big gun, big truck, pull-up with that minky
Watch 'em fall down like you drown, like you sinking
Yeah, I cut you off like I'm blind, ain't no blinking
[Chorus]
They thought I was motherfuckin' pilgrim
She like it when she feel good
Geeked up member, top dog, real top dog
We popped out and shoot a motherfucker
Written by: Artem Zherdev, Javier Mercado, Noah Smith, Primo Pepper, Wyndham Srenaski