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PERFORMING ARTISTS
FattMack
FattMack
Vocals
Lil Tony Official
Lil Tony Official
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Thierer
Jack Thierer
Composer
Charles Claeys
Charles Claeys
Composer
Mckenzie Haynes
Mckenzie Haynes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakree
Yakree
Producer
Slayer
Slayer
Producer
Trevor James
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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