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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Eyo
David Eyo
Composer
Kartik Singh
Kartik Singh
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jayco
Jayco
Producer
LofyeDrip
LofyeDrip
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Jayco, he does all these records)
Yeah, I really got a special habit (Lofyedrip too hard)
I don't even smoke **** no more, sippin' **** out the cup, man, uh, uh
I ain't droppin' warnings, I'ma let you see those, they're better, huh, stupid
[Instrumental]
(Come here, where you goin'?)
[Verse 1]
DOA, your mans got hit up, got caught by a 10, can't go to the 'spital (Brr)
Suspect that all these **** be dyin' and Bloodbathh sit back chillin' (Like chillin')
Run and trip, we stand over, bake him, fall in the pot, that's the reap of the riddle (Brr)
Link with Fox when I land in the A, got the car sent off, tell the hoes get near us (Brr, get near us)
Got a box on the back of the Glock, shit change both frames if you near enough
He rockin' a Century, he broke as hell, but don't no **** put fear in us (Where you goin'? Come here, come here, come here)
Hop in a McLaren and top back the roof, my watch keep chandelierin' (Bling)
She in my DM tryna come my way, I'ma put the lil' bitch on Spiritual
That shit ain't happenin', fuck from the back, you know I'm the captain
I'm the youngest and richest savage, call my bluff, **** know I ain't cappin' (No cap)
**** do sneaky shit, I'll beat out your block same day, that lil' boy a fast one (Come here)
We ain't talkin' on B's tryna look cool, catch a **** ass, add it to the collection (Oh no)
Brr, switch get to tweakin', this shit catch a B, then swap the weapon (Brr)
In L.A. or the 'Raq, I don't give a fuck it's Japan, I'm toenail steppin' (Toenail)
7.62, we flip the towel, when we hit they block, leave they shit messy (Skrrt, skrrt)
**** be the broke of a savage, I'm touchin' so much green, feelin' like Messi
I'm talkin' 'bout the soccer player, lil' boy, go get your weight up (Your weight up)
Every summer, my mama told me, "Get a job," I told my mama, "Be patient" (I'm rich as fuck now)
I be starin' out the window, forty-fifth penthouse, yellin' out the window, "We made it" (I'm rich as fuck now)
Every time a **** talk out the side of they neck, hit the block and like roach spray, raid it (Brr)
A lot of **** think I'ma look dumb if I see the look on they faces (I looked it)
Cuttin' **** off if the vibes be weird, I ain't got no time for traitor (Ain't got no traitor)
Every time a **** think I'm gettin' low off a T, you gotta step back, Dame 'em (Woo)
I might look like a lick, but he reach for this shit, I swear to God, lil' bro flame him (Bah, bah)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Four, five, six, seven, eight, on foenem (Bah, bah)
Seven, eight, on foenem (Uh, uh, uh)
Seven, eight, we raise the murder rate
Fuck **** better get the fuck out the way
Uh, uh, uh, uh, alright, okay (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Brr, the switch loud, get the fuck out the way (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
He duckin' and divin', the **** always run so fast, think he had all kind of skates (Come here, come here)
She say I'm a kid, I hit it from the back, she didn't like that I nutted, bust on her face
Mastermind of AutoProPAD, when I land in the 'Raq, foenem put me in a striker straight (Skrrt)
I don't need no help, life's great, bossed up, mama ate (She ate)
They hate, I see in they face (Face), 392, just snatched the paint (Skrrt)
I'm blazin' 'Woods back-to-back, chillin' with Dank, boy, this shit stink (This shit stinkin')
Smurk told me, "Run the racks up," now every day, I'm puttin' shit up in the bank (Ballin')
Lil' boy tryna keep up with me, jumped in two feet and that lil' boy a saint
Chucky the Wackem, not Chuckyy the rapper, I really hop out, go clap 'em
Two switches when I'm ridin' in traffic, I ain't goin' out, see whatever could happen (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
I don't go back and forth, I just make shit disappear, pussy boy, no magic (Poof)
[Outro]
That **** disappeared, like, he evaporated or somethin', you know?
Poof
Written by: Charles Davis, David Eyo, Kartik Singh
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