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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Richard Ortiz pka F1lthy
Richard Ortiz pka F1lthy
Songwriter
Stefan Cismigiu
Stefan Cismigiu
Songwriter
Pierre Thevenot
Pierre Thevenot
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucian
Lucian
Producer
Lukrative
Lukrative
Producer
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
Recording Engineer
Ben Lidsky
Ben Lidsky
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
F1lthy
F1lthy
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Wake up, F1LTHY
[Chorus]
Glock, SIG, MAC, FN
I found a two-man, it's just me and my twin
I can't tell you who they is, just know that shit gettin' bent
If you bet on me, I'd bet you win 'cause my whole life rigged
X, weed, lean, yeah
I gotta thank my drugs 'cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my plug 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am
[Verse 1]
He still serving grams, he ain't never gonna serve them bricks
If she keep acting like a fan, she ain't ever gon' suck my dick
All he do is talk, he ain't on shit, he ain't ever gon' get rich
I got a money walk, he can tell by the way I walk, I can fuck his bitch
Thank you to my clique, thank you to my fans
Thank you to anybody who helped me become who I am
Thank you, thank you
Goddamn , goddamn
They fuckin' with me now, but they weren't with me shooting in the gym
Balenciaga boots, I ain't never laced up no Timbs
I'm a vampire, every time you walk in the room, my lights dim
I got her vamped out, she thought I was nerdy and weird
I cut that bitch off, now she cryin', yeah, she sheddin' tears
Only thing I fear is you breakin' my heart
I knew you wasn't the one from the start
I knew that our relationship wouldn't go far
For you, I robbed a bank, for you, I would've found a way to Mars
For you, I would've gave a fuck
Them **** who you fuckin' with, I already made them bucks
They be flexing the same shit we do, but we don't even post that shit
No matter how much she fuck with you, don't ever post that bitch
Don't ever post her unless you know her
Like the back of your hand, you gotta know her
This lil' bitch right here so annoying, she getting ignored
Vetements, Miu Miu, Balenciaga, yeah, my bitch full
Yeah, I can't let you slide, I can't let you slide
I got three hoes, but it's a two-seater, I'm tryna see who gon' ride
I got three hoes, but it's a two-seater, I'm tryna see who gon' ride
I got ammunition, huh, huh, I let them bullets fly
[Chorus]
Glock, SIG, MAC, FN
I found a two-man, it's just me and my twin
I can't tell you who they is, just know that shit gettin' bent
If you bet on me, I'd bet you win, 'cause my whole life rigged
X, weed, lean, yeah
I gotta thank my drugs 'cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my plug 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am
[Outro]
Making me who I am
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I—
I gotta thank my pops, thank my mom for making me who I—
I gotta thank my mom, thank my pops for making me who I am
Written by: Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Pierre Thevenot, Richard Ortiz pka F1lthy, Stefan Cismigiu
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