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"2024" prod. ojivolta, earlonthebeat, and Kanye West
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Composer
Mark Williams
Mark Williams
Composer
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Composer
Isaac Earl Bynum
Isaac Earl Bynum
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Producer
Earl on the Beat
Earl on the Beat
Producer
Marcus Fritz
Marcus Fritz
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah-yeah, you came back and you failed, uh Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here Outta pocket with your bitch, Chanel Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from Hell Southside, I was in Riverdale Off molly, that two-tone pill Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls He next, I put him on the mural She's next, I told her she my girl Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?) Ahahahaha, oh, you like that? Yeah (oh, you like that?) (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?) Oh Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah) Put 'em on the news (ha, sa) Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah) Put 'em on the news (sa, sa, schyeah) Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah) Put 'em on the news, yeah (sa, sa) Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah) Put 'em on the news, schyeah Put 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup?) Put 'em on the news (sup) Put 'em on the news or somethin' (wassup? Whoa) Put 'em on the news (sup) Put 'em on the news or somethin' (schyeah) Put 'em on the news (let's go) 2024, Music Oh, oh (hm) Put 'em on the news or somethin', I'm evil like Luci' son A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hos, I'm fuckin' on Bombay Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay) I told her, "The glove don't fit," I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (whatchu say, Guap?) Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah (Oh, you like that?) Oh Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' Put 'em on the news, ha Put 'em on the news or somethin', whoa Put 'em on the news, ha Put 'em on the news or somethin', whoa Put 'em on the news, ha Put 'em on the news or somethin', whoa Put 'em on the news, ha Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up Put 'em on the news, gang, ha Put 'em on the news, ha Put 'em on the news, yeah Put 'em on the news, ha Oh, hahaha, schyeah
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