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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Lewis II
Ian Lewis II
Songwriter
Artem Raschepkin
Artem Raschepkin
Songwriter
Ivan Vasilev
Ivan Vasilev
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bub
Bub
Producer
Hawky
Hawky
Producer
Coldblime
Coldblime
Producer
Abby Samir Urbina
Abby Samir Urbina
Recording Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn it up, turn me up in the headphones
Turn me up more, man, some more
Yeah
Biggest in this shit, man, fuck a **** talking about?
Slow motion better than no motion
[Chorus]
Soon as I wake up, it's hustle
If you ever played, it's fuck you
He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin
Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money
[Verse 1]
We sellin' cane pops, was doin' the same thing until them crackers came
House party just like Kid 'n Play, yo' dog done showed us where you stay
If ya gang starvin', you ain't no real ****, pussy, share ya plate
You can see real in my face, pop ya top, see what you think
[Verse 2]
I ain't get no sleep in a week, I seen more banks than feet
They keep asking who the biggest out, **** should've knew it's me
House arrest for seven months, I got kicked off the lease
Brodie called me from the fuckin' feds, said he want Angel Reese
He want Latto sister, told 'em I'll pop it for him
He been locked up, told him when he touch down, bitch, I'ma put ya on
He so use to me fuckin' project hoes, I'm tryna show him something
He feel like if I fuck, then he fucked, bitch, that's my fuckin' brother
Shittin' on **** like I took a laxative, catch big 4 in traffic
Catch Big 4 in lassie, sleep on a fuckin' groupie mattress
Say I ain't get that pack in, fuck ****, stop that fuck cappin'
You was my dog in high school, see you today, I'ma fuckin' smack ya
That's how shit be, come through solo, I ain't gotta be ten deep
Put my hoes in CC, Big 4 poppin' out, Lamborghini
My girl cuz will put shit down, don't make Big 4 call Nikki
**** rather die than see me shine, well fuck boy die, you see me
Them moissanites not VV, this here on me is VV
That shit on VM VV, the pack touch down, that's TD
I'm on forty pills weekly, when they bust, I'm sleepy
If my ho worth, then she get it, I take care the needy
I take care my people, I take care my dogs in jail
I take care my uncle, locked up right now with a L
[Refrain]
Skee
Skee
Skee
Yeah
[Chorus]
Soon as I wake up, it's hustle
If you ever played, it's fuck you
He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin
Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money
[Verse 3]
I ain't none of that talking, get on ya knees, bitch, treat me like a god
Brodie play with cars, he come back with them toys like Santa Claus
We pop out all kind of cars, ask G, we break the law
2021, setup shop in BR, **** think I'm from the north
[Refrain]
Skee
Skee
Skee
Skee
Written by: Artem Raschepkin, Ian Lewis II, Ivan Vasilev, Robert Thomas
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