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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zillionaire Doe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armondo Griffin
Songwriter
Aleksey Shesternin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moneyandpray
Producer
Jorge Ace Taveras
Mixing Engineer
Max Garson
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Too much motion at the spot, had to change locations
All the trappers waiting on Doe to drop, ****, be patient
On that road tryna win, got a **** heart racing
In the trap fly as fuck, counting up dead faces
[Verse 1]
Too much motion at the spot, had to change locations
All the trappers waiting on Doe to drop, ****, be patient
On that road tryna win, got a **** heart racing
In the trap, fly as fuck, counting up dead faces
[Verse 2]
Street ****, ball hard like Luka
When I talk, listen, come to this street shit like a tutor
Coolest **** in the world, nobody cooler
Point my finger one time, bro 'nem hit at your medulla
[Verse 3]
Every time I hop out, they know I'm Louis to the ground
They 'gon think about Doe when they speak about them pounds
Youngest Boss, ****, turnt up not down
Every time pick up your phone, I'm poppin shit on the 'Gram
[Verse 4]
Every time they book us, **** know that we gon' pop it
I'm on Malcolm X now with Fatt Fox and twenty Foxes
Never thought to rap, I'm indulging in them boxes
Youngest Boss pulled thru, in the Lamb' with the roof topless
[Verse 5]
I've been tryna leave this trap shit alone but I can't
What you got in your stash, my **** spent that shit on drank
So many bows in this bitch, can barely think
Count up 500 cash at one time, make your mind blink
[Verse 6]
Put Doe on a flyer, all the trap **** poppin' out
Streets fucked my mind up, walk in the house, got my Glock out
****, we ain't gotta look no more, they 'gon find us
Call up hairline matter, ****, $150 lineup
[Verse 7]
When we in the club, ****, we throwin' ones to the ceiling
Rap shit don't work, back to dope dealing
When you on that road ridin' dirty, watch how you wheelin'
****, I can make a big bag at home, reading books, chillin'
[Verse 8]
That semi truck just pulled in, that's a big bag
Everyday I'm on the 'Gram poppin' shit, I know my ex sad
Bitch wanna fuck with Doe, know that shit a privlege
I just sold 200 in an hour, I'm screaming out, "Let's get it!"
Youngest Boss, ****
I just sold 200 in an hour, I'm screaming out, "Let's get it!"
Let's get it! Let's get it!
Youngest Boss, ****
Let's get it! Let's get it!
[Verse 9]
When I'm in the booth, I'm going crazy
Got some shit put up for my unborn baby
****, I know this shit gon' work, ain't no maybe
When we walk in the club, a lot of chains look like slavery
[Verse 10]
Let's get it, ****
Let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it
Youngest Boss, ****
Let's get it
Written by: Aleksey Shesternin, Armondo Griffin