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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nine Vicious
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Echols
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
406ahmad
Producer
Lyrics
(Haha, **** crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
This life shit got me jumping out the window (Say what?)
I don't think I can do this really anymore (I don't think I can do this, yeah)
I fuck on hoes, I got me 'bout like ten hoes (We fuck on like ten hoes)
I go so crazy, ****, 'cause I been broke (Say what?)
I'm finna fuck me a ten, okay (I'm finna fuck me a ten)
I'm pretty, I'm pretty, she say I'm a ten, okay (I'm fuckin' your friend)
Ride 'round—, ride 'round town with an FN (FN, oh)
I'm from nothing, bitch, lil' F and N (Say what? Say what?)
All of my sticks got titties (Got tits), all of my hoes got titties
I ride 'round with a blicky (Skrrt), shawty tryna shoot my blicky (Shoot my blick)
Shawty tryna shoot my blicky (Ten out of ten), she tryna suck my dick (Suck my dick)
Drank my kids, she lit (Drank my kid), these **** be gay like Diddy (Gay like Diddy, they like Diddy twin, yeah)
No Travis Scott, I'm litty (I'm litty, ooh, woah, woah)
I gotta fuck up the city (I gotta get it)
I leave my kids on her teeth (Say what?)
She wanna suck it, yeah (****, what?)
This life shit got me jumping out the window (Say what?)
I don't think I can do this really anymore (I don't think I can do this, yeah)
I fuck on hoes, I got me 'bout like ten hoes (We fuck on like ten hoes)
I go so crazy, ****, 'cause I been broke (Say what?)
I just landed, I just landed (I just landed)
My bitch the baddest, and she ratchet (And she ratchet)
My stick is handy, I can't unhand it (My stick is handy)
You fucked my lil' ****, don't suck my titty (****, what?)
I give you a hand, huh, we takin' your mans, uh
She give us a hand, yeah, she suckin' it nasty (Bih', woah)
She eat it up, yeah, she eat it for breakfast (Say what?)
I came with the liter, I'm sippin' on lettuce (Woah)
I can't with the bleed, yeah, I can't with the face (Look at your face, yeah)
We came with the li—, yeah, I bet ya, I bet ya (Bet ya)
I'm off of the lean, yeah (Off of the lean, off of the lean, report to the reaper, yeah)
I'm on the red, hop out the red
Written by: Trey Echols