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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SCY Jimm
SCY Jimm
Performer
Jdot Breezy
Jdot Breezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimnirable Curry
Jimnirable Curry
Songwriter
Jacourey Rivers
Jacourey Rivers
Songwriter
Eddie Espinal
Eddie Espinal
Songwriter
Parker James Bell
Parker James Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AyoClipzy
AyoClipzy
Co-Producer
P Bell
P Bell
Co-Producer

Lyrics

(Haha, PBell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
Not my cup of tea, bitch
Not my cup of tea (Fuck a ****)
Real money gettin' ****, I ain't gon' act like I'm no smacker (Ain't gon' act like I'm no smacker)
But I'm known for cookin' dope, in that pot, I'm overactive (In that trap, I'm overactive)
Free my brothers, fuck them crackers (Fuck 'em), I'm a trapper turned rapper (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty ask me where I'm at, I'm gettin' green, bae, like the Packers (On gang)
I get Gs like EST, stack this 'cho and keep it P (****)
Bitch, I ball like SGA, I shoulda played for OKC (Shoulda played for OKC)
**** wanna get a bag, then I advise he fuck with me (I advise he fuck with me)
I can't fuck a broke bitch, that is not my cup of tea (On gang)
I be fiendin' for a bag, lil' bro fiendin' for a kill (Lil' bro fiendin' for a kill)
I be gone off weed and drink, I don't pop no fuckin' pills (I don't pop no fuckin' pills)
But I might just pop a seal (Yeah), I got a bad bitch at the crib (I got a bad bitch at the house)
Woke up and made some cheese before I ate, that's just how I live (On gang)
I came up, these pussy **** mad like I give a damn (Like I give a fuck)
I might get sent to a level seven, all these fuckin' grams (Fuck)
I don't know your bitch, don't call me twin, bitch, don't call me fam' (Bitch, don't call me twin)
They say I'm the GOAT, how the fuck I end up in a Lamb'? (Huh?)
Real money gettin' ****, I ain't gon' act like I'm no smacker (Ain't gon' act like I'm no smacker)
But I'm known for cookin' dope, in that pot, I'm overactive (In that trap, I'm overactive)
Free my brothers, fuck them crackers (Fuck 'em), I'm a trapper turned rapper (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty ask me where I'm at, I'm gettin' green, bae, like the Packers (On gang)
You know I'm a money stacker (Bitch), no hat, I'm not a capper (Nah)
I used to drill and trap with bro before I was a rapper (Before I was a rapper)
My pockets filled with rolls, look at these hoes, I know they massive (Ps)
These **** all hoes, I know they broke, might fuck they ho to make them madder (Ha)
Take the SRT over AMG because them bitches faster (Vroom)
Bro take Pyrex over a nine-to-five, a job ain't ever matter (Nah)
I got fifty inside this 9 of mine, you run up, I'm gon' clap you (Fifty)
I up this bitch and let it piss just like it got a bladder (Bah, bah, bah)
I just got some Percs in, where the hell Joc at? (The fuck?)
For the four he gave me ten, shit, I had to cop that (Yeah)
Junkies beat the door in, I can't leave the trap yet (Nah)
Ain't got no rap for ****, put your money where your mouth at
Yeah, **** (Spooky-ass), bitch, we gettin' off (We gettin' off)
We got pills, weed, lean, ****, hard or soft (Hard or soft)
Hmm, I ain't stuntin' none of these bitch ass ****, they talk to
Piss me off (Pussy, bitch, bitch)
We pull up and we draw down, hop out them cars and knock shit off (Bitch)
Real money gettin' ****, I ain't gon' act like I'm no smacker (Ain't gon' act like I'm no smacker)
But I'm known for cookin' dope, in that pot, I'm overactive (In that trap, I'm overactive)
Free my brothers, fuck them crackers (Fuck 'em), I'm a trapper turned rapper (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty ask me where I'm at, I'm gettin' green, bae, like the Packers (On gang)
Written by: Eddie Espinal, Jacourey Rivers, Jimnirable Curry, Parker James Bell
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