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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finesse2tymes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
KingMatiC
Songwriter
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KingMatiC
Producer
Clay Perry
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Just left Alabama, I'm in Indiana
Pull off from the show, I'm with some nigga bitch
I'm ridin' with Dracs, got a drum on the MAC
On my young nigga shit, got lil' bruh in the back
Throw you a cross, I don't owe you no loyalty
Smokin' loud, it ain't no ignorin' me
Told that lil' bitch to shut up, you annoyin' me (Kingmatic, turn me up)
And you can get smacked for recordin' me
You can get shot for a post, half a key on a coat, 34 for a 'bow, maybe more
I keep it mighty, I live by an oath, but I'd die for my nigga and he rep the Folks
We attack you like a pack of hyenas, ay, don't ever call me no motherfuckin' GOAT
Ain't shit soft 'bout me, catch a rapper, beat him out his Bally
Still hood, fuck her on the pallet, still hood, double-decker, Rally's
Came home, Fabo, I been snappin', told that bitch to shake her Laffy Taffy
I been drinkin' lean on the rocks, I been rockin' Celine to the socks
My lil' bitch pussy sweet as butterscotch, I walked in with a 22 in my crotch
I'm back like I left somethin' (I left somethin'), I kept it a hunnid, but them niggas kept somethin' (they kept somethin')
I'm in a California king size burnin' her head like I'm tryna melt somethin' (like I'm tryna melt somethin')
I'm rockin' Givenchy (Givenchy), two thou' for britches, I'm picky with bitches (I'm picky)
My main bitch major (she major), if you wanna fuck her, then run me a ticket, ay (an M)
Million-dollar pussy (million-dollar pussy), million-dollar nigga you lookin' at (you lookin' at)
Them bitches didn't think I was comin' back (I was comin' back)
Now they playin' football, runnin' back (they just runnin' back)
I'm gettin' better and better, I can't get no worser (nope)
Them niggas was winnin' when I was a turtle (a turtle)
Now I'm the rabbit and I got the gun, hol' up, I can't be talkin' 'bout guns, I'm fed (I'm fed)
Federal, federal (federal), she wanna eat me, I'm edible (I'm edible)
I'm dressed in this Ricky Ricardo (Ricardo), I pulled up clean as a janitor (a janitor)
This Kush I'm smokin' is plentiful (plentiful), the foreign, the dash is digital (digital)
The Glocks on me is identical (they 2Tymes), don't even come in my perimeter (hol' up, wait)
(Kingmatic, turn me up)
Writer(s): Kingmatic, Ricky Hampton
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