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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Allstar JR
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Ford
Songwriter
Dayan Watson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foe Thousand Watts
Producer
Sean Sauce Chapman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
W-w-w-welcome to Get A Bag Records
I'm the guy who fly men, bump into me, tie you in
It's alright, we all done had to shake back, ****, try again
Basic paper, and it's a perfect day to play, I ride the Benz
**** play, I ride with fin, once you pay, I'm 'bout to spin
I be leavin' bricks around, I be leavin' pistols out
I be countin' bands with these hoes 'fore I dick 'em down
Ho, I used to hitch to Hound, you do under fifty five
I can take you right past Cedar Point and get us fifty thou'
If I get indicted, ain't no bond, I'm a flight risk
I get a rise out of buyin' bad bitches, nice shit
Keep it on me and you check the stash, it's a pipe there
Down the way, if they don't got no snow, I'm sellin' ice here
Used to double, now I know the sauce so I can triple with it
He ain't die, we crippled, ****, spendin' at the 'spital with him
Straight for a hustle, I ain't dealin' in no tricky business
You ain't spend enough of me to move, boy, come and get them bitches
He ain't throw a rock, ****, quit sayin' you don't rock with us
Threw his hands up, lookin' dumb as hell, popped him up
French fry, combination meal, chicken box him up
**** set a play at Arco, have to call an audibile
Hit a bitch on camera just to listen to the audio
Get out on the mission 'cause I miss hearin' that carbon blow
**** get on Instagram and get to writin' articles
Beefin' like the baddies, all I see is bitches arguin'
Attachments, we got gadgets, we can see a **** poppin' up
Blow my mind how these **** broke as hell and popular
Some nights, it be crazy, I throw singles in my tub
All these singles from my fins, I got more singles than the club
Call Maxine, livin' single in your hood
I'll up some shit right now that not a single **** could
It's so slimy where I'm from, ain't no friends through that bitch
I ain't trippin', fuck some ****, I made bands over here
****' life ain't even worth twenty grams off the brick
I ain't ashy, bitch, I'm really havin' hands in this shit
First time in a McLaren, had to learn to grip the wheel
Super freak, she like to eat me up, be firm and grip her head
Platinum wrist, I'm stackin' chips, puttin' chips on ****' plans
You can't fuck with me for real, that shit be all in ****' heads
Cost a quarter ticket just for me to turn the album in
Smellin' lights, the halen, feelin' crazy at a rap event
I don't give a fuck if Stevie Wonder here is strappin' here
**** lame, I'd probably leave the States before I rap with him
He ain't even sellin' dope for real, he so inaccurate
Look, my kid immaculate, I got a sale right after this
I'm the guy who fly 'em in, bump into me, tie you in
It's alright, we oughta had to shake back, ****, try again
Made some paper, this a perfect day to play, I ride the Benz
**** play, I ride with Finn, once you pay, I'm 'bout to sin
I'm the guy who fly 'em in, bump into me, tie you in
It's alright, we oughta had to shake back, ****, try again
Made some paper, this a perfect day to play, I ride the Benz
**** play, I ride with Finn, once you pay, I'm 'bout to sin
Written by: Dayan Watson, Jeremy Ford