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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
FattMack
Vocals
Lil Tony Official
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Thierer
Composer
Charles Claeys
Composer
Mckenzie Haynes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakree
Producer
Slayer
Producer
Trevor James
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, pineapple shortcake, 22 hundred a bag, come get it
Car more expensive, faster to hit it
Your ho want a fashion nigga, Louis bag with a Drac' inside
I'm calm, but I still get flashy with it, paso living
Free the bro, ain't too long 'til we see Lil Kenny
Yeah, and I'm tough on a bitch
A ho can't get another chance if she fuck up
Spent a glove on the wrist
When I was 17, little nigga, I grew up
Everything old except my habit, and ain't no need for new bucks
Success ain't far, just grab before you step out, buy some new gloves
Yeah, we ride one around with 3k like Ku Klux
Bro tryin' to tie up the Jane and go shoot something
Clutching the Glock 2-3 like I'm Draymond
You wanna kill me, when you see me, do something
I'ma take one with me when I die, all I need is your love and my gen
I broke promises time after time, I wish you would trust me again
You live in my head, but you never pay rent
Can't none of ex's come fuck me again
The shit that you saying don't never make sense
Why you in your feelings? I don't understand
I came in the game off the bench
When I got on the court, I ain't miss
Now I'm in a better position, I'm finally out of the trenches
So many hos, broke try to love me, the more I used to fuck them and swap them lil' bitches
I go so hard 'cause I know how it feel to be broke, I won't never go back to that shit
You shoot a shot my way, I hope it's a fully, because we got a lot of them bitches
I throw my brother some paper to come blow you away
He gon' rip you apart with the switches
Yeah, pineapple shortcake, 22 hundred a bag, come get it
Car more expensive, faster to hit it
Your ho want a fashion nigga, Louis bag with a Drac' inside
I'm calm, but I still get flashy with it, paso living
Free the bro, ain't too long 'til we see Lil Kenny
Yeah, and I'm tough on a bitch
A ho can't get another chance if she fuck up
Spent a glove on the wrist
When I was 17, little nigga, I grew up
Everything old except my habit, and ain't no need for new bucks
Success ain't far, just grab before you step out, buy some new gloves
Writer(s): Jack Thierer, Charles Claeys
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