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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Lil Harold
21 Lil Harold
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Glenn
Harold Glenn
Composer
Jordan Holt-May
Jordan Holt-May
Composer
Luke Marshall Beasley
Luke Marshall Beasley
Composer
Jamorely McBurrows
Jamorely McBurrows
Composer
Ahmar Bailey
Ahmar Bailey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Hazel
Kid Hazel
Producer
LB
LB
Producer
Morley G
Morley G
Producer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

That boy a fool, goddamn it
Ayy B, you trippin'
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Hood ****, why my chain in the sink with soap
Never learned to swim but they can't sink my boat
Turn the light down dim, I need to think, hol' on
Long live Focka, that shit hurt my soul
Losing all my partner for some freeze they broke
I lost CJ, that shit turned me cold
I always used to talk 'bout how we gon' get old
Richest **** at my session, I done broke the mold
Grabbed a fort and scraped the side, I done broke the bowl
Take some secrets to my grave, shit don't no one know
My lil' **** tryna spin, man, I can't tell 'em no
Got a trap spot in another spot
Can't keep my money with my guns in case they get my drop
Got a bad bitch in another bitch
You know I like the sweet, this shit be hit or miss
Got some tenner chains and some Cuban chains
He actin' too gangster, I think he super lame
I got some real partners, they show me real love
I'm on some real drugs, this shit get real thug
This the realest shit I ever wrote, they quote me that
I rock nothin' but facts, you hang with nothin' but rats
Skinny jeans, ain't got no wallet, I tote nothin' but racks
Got my pockets rackin', bitches stoppin', watchin', yeah
**** be hatin' 'cause I done made it, I'm the trendin' topic
Put that on my baby, can't no **** stop me
Put that on my knife, these **** with me shiesty
Gotta save you and the Y before I pay the price
I got pot lit
He got dropped dead
Where he shot, head
All the opps scared
I'm tryna duck the feds
Check my laptop, they got my trap hot
Got a trap spot, in another spot
Can't keep my money with my guns in case they get my drop
Got a bad bitch in another bitch
You know I like the sweet, this shit be hit or miss
Got some tenner chains and some Cuban chains
He actin' too gangster, I think he super lame
I got some real partners, they show me real love
I'm on some real drugs, this shit get real thug
Written by: Ahmar Bailey, Harold Glenn, Jamorely McBurrows, Jordan Holt-May, Luke Marshall Beasley
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