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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
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Veeze
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Lil Yachty
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Iskander
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
karon malcolm vantrees
Songwriter
Mikey Samuels II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SMPLGTWY
Producer
ANDRO47
Producer
Peter Iskander
Producer
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on them blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tablet (Yeah)
And I'm gassin', I get high and pray it's everlastin' (Forever)
Broke some mama hearts, **** tore apart some families (Yeah)
When I see you, ****, it's gon' be a shit show, ****
When I see you, ****, it's gon' be a shit show
If he a goon and he told, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, ****, disco
[Verse 1]
Backin' away from smuts, gotta be careful who you love
Gotta keep it tucked, watchin' who you give your trust
3.5 stuffed blunt, huff, huff, huff, puff
Need my ice crushed up, double cup stuffed
Knuck if you buck, ****, jump, you gettin' bust
You can look, but don't touch, baby, unless you tryna fuck
Soon a **** say it's up, I be right on his butt
**** ain't wanna shut up, I sent him right with his bro
[Verse 2]
Gang, gang, gang
How a **** say it's up? He outside without no gun (Bah, bah)
Bitch wanna see my sauce inside, she must be on hard drugs
I go to the mall, blow 20 thou', they ain't even had shit I want
Have Yak tell Trump, if he bring that Wockhardt back, he got my vote (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on them blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tablet (Yeah)
And I'm gassin', I get high and pray it's everlastin' (Forever)
Broke some mama hearts, **** tore apart some families (Yeah)
When I see you, ****, it's gon' be a shit show, ****
When I see you, ****, it's gon' be a shit show
If he a goon and he told, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, ****, disco
[Verse 3]
It's us
Ain't back and forth with none of these ****, these boys be piss-poor (Brrt)
Slippin' and slidin', shit get violent, I'm tryna hit a ho (Brrt)
All of my hoes be teamed up, I move like Derrick Rose (Brrt)
I'll beef with the IRS, I don't beef with no **** who break down 'bows (Brrt)
Made 25 thousand on phones, my dog keep gettin' sent straight to the hole (Phew)
I fuck a bitch, nut in her soul
Primetime, beat up the road
Dick-ridin', **** is hoes
Big stabber, hit up his ho
If it's up, I will not make a post
Right, right
**** want me broke, **** want me dead
Right, right
Bitch, I put you on, don't let it go to your head
Right, right
That Wocky fight like Floyd, I still ain't seen a bed
Right, right
I'm quick to cut a ho head
It's us, I ain't gotta say it
[Chorus]
Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on them blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tablet (Yeah)
And I'm gassin', I get high and pray it's everlastin' (Forever)
Broke some mama hearts, **** tore apart some families (Yeah)
When I see you, ****, it's gon' be a shit show, ****
When I see you, ****, it's gon' be a shit show
If he a goon and he told, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, ****, disco
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Mikey Samuels II, Mikey Samuels Iii, Miles Parks McCollum, Peter Iskander, karon malcolm vantrees