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PERFORMING ARTISTS
FattMack
FattMack
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mckenzie Haynes
Mckenzie Haynes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tahj Money
Tahj Money
Producer
Kam
Kam
Producer
Evrgrn
Evrgrn
Producer
Trevor James
Trevor James
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Tahj Money) Yeah, Amiri shoes and Palm Angels You was mine, but now we strange Niggas trying, he gon' die, blow my fire from every round (yeah) Pop a Perc' to clear my mind, I just was hurt, but now I'm painless Bounce and surfing, now I'm jacked, yeah, I come from dirt, but now I'm famous (yeah) See how we work, still put a nigga ass in the dirt, you know what I'm saying? They wanna work, now I earned everything I got, nigga know I change Run from who? Know I banged Bro, Dre got him out, and this way more lighter than you, know what I'm saying? Having rich nigga problems and dog shit in my pocket, it ain't plain Everyday I wake, I can put something out my wallet, can't complain Finna go drop a hundred on a Brabus or a Range truck Wonder why he won't pop with that rap shit, he said the same story Send a bad bitch to the block, let us out the shit, get banged up We break up, we fucked, and we made up Know I let down, we made love I promise you I never change up I'm gonna risk, I'm turnin' my gang up Defense on your ass, nigga, save up You gon' need that cash when the rain comes Bitch, you cut me deep like a razor You think I ain't peeping the fake love Bitch, you the type I stay away from And I'm probably never gon' say nothin' But I bet you see shit different Nigga, I'm fried, hide my mind That the only time I ever miss you Really, I'm tired when I get loud That the only time you ever listen, I'm proud I put my pain into this mic Knew you was gonna leave, but that ain't right Don't want some shit, stay hot all night You keep on blowing me, that shit annoying, better ask the Lord to say your lies Stop bringing up these other bitches, babe, you only want my type Don't be with me, like fuck your friend Pushing me away, just let me in You know how it get, I'm on the same shit Different day while I'm in my gym Hey, if I give you a chance, don't blow it Hey, pop out on the menu, you know it I get the tweaking when I'm out of your purse Don't make me mad, bullies, when they start throwing Full of J, go make his face, go take his head off with his brain I put all the kids on payroll, I know my niggas got aim Know I'm stuck, but for you, I change Give my love, my shit ain't basic Why the fuck all these bitches the same? Check out my shoes, ain't nothing I'm chasing I'm trying to kill them right now, can't be patient In the hair, the hell's got to move locations Know y'all scared than the bitch when we seen this switch Don't got it, then you start shaking Well, the pride, they got me stuck right now So I can't pick up cases You don't know what this shit do to me I swear my deal is racing Amiri shoes and Palm Angels You was mine, but now we strange Niggas trying, he gon' die, blow my fire from every round (yeah) Pop a Perc' to clear my mind, I just was hurt, but now I'm painless Bounce and surfing, now I'm jacked, yeah, I come from dirt, but now I'm famous (yeah)
Writer(s): Tahj Javal Vaughn, Amman Nurani, Kameron Wolfel, Jayvon Crump, Mckenzie Haynes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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