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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Kia
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Hixon
Composer
Vladislav Kukla
Composer
Konstantin Pivtsov
Composer
Khari Jahmill Hoard
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cash1qk
Producer
Neverhood
Producer
Al'Geno
Producer
Lyrics
Man, I already feel paranoid in this bitch
A **** better not even move wrong (Al Geno on the track)
I better not even see a **** slides, **** toe move through they slides, I'm blowin'
Damn, free Toolie
BK
In here bootin' up off them jiggas, **** move wrong, bitch, I'm blowin'
We pop out opp block in a Cybertruck, jump out, bro honked the horn
He's an innocent lil' child, he got free pick like a corn
Smokin' remains in my Backwood, I got dead men in my yard
Headstones, say his name, and which gun sent him home?
He went for that okey-doke, got shot and throw one to the dome
Retard
Fuckin' dickface
Horny-ass ****, haha
Shop cart
In that bucket with them stick boolin' through, jump out like I'm Bart
You can't do nothin' to hide that kid, Drac' left him stanky, smell like fart
Gotta keep smokin' these ****, twin, I, I'm startin' to smell the bodies
I'm startin' to smell all these **** in the room, dead souls (Yeah)
I make him drink what's in the lighter
If he don't die on sight, walk to the back, then grab the spiders
Stick one on his tongue, one on his eye, he better not fight it
He got lighter fluid in his body, made him a walkin' fire
Red light
In that Maybach truck, I'm bouncin' up and down clutchin' the Drac'
He scared to turn his head, then dropped the window, hang out, see my face
Haha, haha, haha
That's a long-ass laugh
Migo
Pop out brusin', big boy threw a lil' shit, my shit fuck up the Rove'
I jump out shooters, think I'm boobies, killin' ****, sparin' hoes
Woah, woah, I lied, huh
7.62 quakin', I done sent one through her thigh
Huh, woke up with a fat bump on her face, look like a stye
Better yet, it look like big boy D3 punched her in the eye
BK
In here bootin' up off them jiggas, **** move wrong, bitch, I'm blowin'
We pop out opp block in a Cybertruck, jump out, bro honked the horn
He's an innocent lil' child, he got free pick like a corn
Smokin' remains in my Backwood, I got dead men in my yard
Headstones, say his name, and which gun sent him home?
He went for that okey-doke, got shot and throw one to the dome
Written by: Gene Hixon, Khari Jahmill Hoard, Konstantin Pivtsov, Vladislav Kukla