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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Chuckyy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Nathaniel Emma
Alexander Nathaniel Emma
Composer
Evan Thomas Heckman
Evan Thomas Heckman
Composer
David Meiners
David Meiners
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evan Thomas Heckman
Evan Thomas Heckman
Producer
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Mixing Engineer
Bugg
Bugg
Producer
alecbih
alecbih
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
All it took is one shot, hooked on lean, but I'm still focused
Drop an eight in my soda, LVE, I'm in her close friends
She text me, I did her bogus, I told her, "Shoutout, we twinnin'"
ATL, hit up Pat Moon, I got too many fans in Lenox
SRT take off in seconds, you fucked up, still riding lemons
8 a.m., just missed my flight, I switched the route, told bro'nem, "Wait up"
Always taught to never say nothin', you was taught to tell it all
[Verse 1]
I will never pass the ball, they looked at me and never passed it
I'm in Tristan, I been sippin' Trissy, damn, I keep relapsin'
She claimed she don't get fucked up on IG, I just broke hеr back in
I just want more money, guns, it's more lеan for more now and after
Don't rock no more Mike Amiri's, sometimes my jeans might be baggy
Your bitch told me I get swaggy, when I fuck, she call me daddy
Been M.I.A., poppin' shit, I got two-fifty in my baggie
I put Ricky on for Taco, me and you two different panthers
My lil' bitch act like a diva, but she rockin' Christian sandals
Perfect match 'cause I'm a tweaker, get too loud, I bend her backwards
[Bridge]
Uh, I bend her backwards, off an eight, I'm movin' backwards
Mm, uh, we relaxin', off an eight, I be relaxin'
[Verse 2]
I got racks stuffed in the couches, **** cap, can't come around us
I got racks stuffed in the couches, **** cap, go buy a hat
Shooters up in every state, don't talk crazy, I'll get you whacked
That's why they call me Wackem, I'ma die 'bout my respect
That's why they call me Wackem, I'm shootin' above the net
Ten milli' go through a vest, but I don't care anyway, I hit heads
Ever grabbed a **** dreads? No homo, you **** ****
This my favorite color red, we put **** in bloodbaths
[Chorus]
All it took is one shot, hooked on lean, but I'm still focused
Drop an eight in my soda, LVE, I'm in her close friends
She text me, I did her bogus, I told her, "Shoutout, we twinnin'"
ATL, hit up Pat Moon, I got too many fans in Lenox
SRT take off in seconds, you fucked up, still riding lemons
8 a.m., just missed my flight, I switched the route, told bro'nem, "Wait up"
Always taught to never say nothin', you was taught to tell it all
[Outro]
Uh, uh, wait up
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, I told bro'nem, "Wait up"
Written by: Alexander Nathaniel Emma, Charles Davis, David Meiners, Evan Thomas Heckman
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