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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bossman Dlow
Vocals
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devante McCreary
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Dandre Ferby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LuhRonMadeDis
Producer
Maddox "MaddMix" Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Tune in I'm telling you I'm dropping
Nothing but gas foot
On the mother fuckin' gas you hear me
Bizarre, yeah yeah, uh I'm a real trapper tell me
What you need
Yeah bitch this a Mclaren
I can't do nothing but speed left Club 24
And blew it down 30
Pull up,hop out cleaning
And some damn detergent
Yeah that's my little shit she miss perfect
Yeah and my pocket stuffed like a turkey
I'm the mother fuckin' biggest but
Let's make a bet,I pull up in some shit
Make bitches break they necks
I pull up in some shit I'll make your jaw drop
Lemon yellow 'vette come through looking like a cold drop
You can't sit on my lap baby
I pay too much for these jeans
My gold Rolls Royce colored blue inside like Listerine
She said Daddy when I'mma see you I say
Let me check my schedule I got 250k
In 20s cuz it look better broke bum ass
Bitch tell me where you live at
Who me?
I'mma get a sack like Khalid man
Thinkin' 'bout it now I probably spent like a half a
'Mil on clothes
I just went on tour,I gave away money
At all my shows
Oh that's Dlow on the block
Get your kids out the road
I got a lot of dog shit on on me
You better cover up your nose
I'm a real trapper tell me
What you need
Yeah bitch this a Mclaren
I can't do nothing but speed left Club 24
And blew it down 30
Pull up, hop out cleaning
And some damn detergent
Yeah that's my little shit she miss perfect
Yeah and my pocket stuffed like a turkey
I'm the mother fuckin' biggest but
Let's make a bet, I pull up in some shit
Make bitches break they neck
I got tired of foreign cars
'Fore I get a Chev Mountain
Christmas I told Santa Claus
Just bring me a money counter
Broski too many he need to be put in the suit
That why they blick out a butt
I know I shouldn't be missing
The fellow with business
I still get a job to my cousin
I'm out in Atlanta with a bad bitch
Like tell her I paid to remove her gut
Ask can she make it clap she can make it talk instead
Do CPR on the Bando
Who the fuck said trapping dead
Send a nigga straight to heaven
Roll them up then we ain't have 'em
She bad as shit, don't hurt for nothing
Shorty got her shit together
My jeweller he on speed dial I should
Slow down on this glitter
90 miles on that Maybach pillar
Guess this shit ain't what it seem
No cap Michael Jackson Thriller
Stuff a billi in my jeans
I'm a real trapper tell me
What you need
Yeah bitch this a Mclaren
I can't do nothing but speed left Club 24
And blew it down 30
Pull up, hop out cleaning
And some damn detergent
Yeah that's my little shit she miss perfect
Yeah and my pocket stuffed like a turkey
I'm the mother fuckin' biggest but
Let's make a bet,I pull up in some shit
Make bitches break they neck
I clean up everything and if you think 'bout lurkin'
She knew she was everything before she got her surgery
Ride with 3000 shots I'm feeling like I'm Andre
I popped half a pill now she look like Beyonce
Man these hoes pull up back to back
Shit look like scoliosis
I know I should have been a quarterback
I got too much motion
Most of these niggas ain't never slay
But they know how to troll
Come to my block hit that shit like UFC
The trap be pulling bones
I'm in Miami slaying in the hurricane
Like I'm Cameron or Jacobi
Writer(s): Devante Mccreary, D Andre Ferby, Kobe Crawford
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