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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bay Swag
Bay Swag
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd McKenzie jr
Lloyd McKenzie jr
Lyrics
Robert Williams
Robert Williams
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
noheartdinero
noheartdinero
Producer

Lyrics

Grr
I buy this shit to drank, ****, I don't sell no lean (sell no lean)
We let 'em go for four, but we sellin' 'em for seventeen (seventeen)
I be so goddamn high, I forgot I left her on seen (forgot)
I be so goddamn high, I mixed the purp' with the lean (no bap)
I'on just think for self, I put on the whole damn team (whoo)
Young boy knocked his fuckin' head up, playin' around with them keys (brr)
I'on even play around with this shit (what?)
Why the fuck you think I'm playin' 'round with your bitch? (Ay, ay)
Every time we touch down in yo' city, it got like twosie sticks (oh my God)
Everything been AP, I might fuck around and put hole in your tips, shit (let's go)
Remember when I touched a honeybun (what?)
If she suck dick good, she gettin' her tommy tucked (whoo)
I keep some damn trish up in my Fanta, not the funny one (let's go)
Yetta, yetta, none 'bout me tender, tender
I swear, you ain't cold outside, keep my playa's for the winter, winter (ay, ay, what?)
Don't make me call big bro outside, 'cause he gon' get 'em, get 'em (brr)
Wack 'em, he gon' split 'em, split 'em (brr)
She keep on tellin' her friends we go together, only fucked her once (what?)
Slizzy motion in my blunt, no, we 'on't smoke on Runtz (no bap)
Go to Star, get some ones, I do that shit for fun (no bap)
They been knowin' I'm the one (no bap)
Hunnid on my pant, fuck I look, without a gun
Never understand how **** is deadbeats
How the fuck you look without your son?
I buy this shit to drank, ****, I don't sell no lean (sell no lean)
We let 'em go for four, but we sellin' 'em for seventeen (seventeen)
I be so goddamn high, I forgot I left her on seen (forgot)
I be so goddamn high, I mixed the purp' with the lean (no bap)
I'on just think for self, I put on the whole damn team (whoo)
Young boy knocked his fuckin' head up, playin' around with them keys (brr)
I'on even play around with this shit (what?)
Why the fuck you think I'm playin' 'round with your bitch? (Ay, ay)
Philly, on radar
Caddy with them AR's (brr)
So many dead bodies, they can't even find my daddy in the graveyard (wow)
Weren't tryna hear about it, lil' young keep talkin', he let that Draco (keep talkin')
I'm like, "Show me some," he ain't show me none, I turn to Rachel (I'm gone)
Matte black, off-road Lambo' move like a racecar (vroom)
Maybach, Maybach, add it up, that's like an eight-ball (yes)
Couple bombs, Audemar skeleton came with the face off (ah!)
Fuckin long, tell the bitch, let the bitch, I ain't even stayin' long (yeah)
50 pack in my pocket, middle of the threesome, fuck, my pants on, with my gun too
**** know that if I get mad enough, I might come through (I might come through)
KFC, I bring that chicken out, and my gun too
He thinkin' one-of-one too
Million-dollar jewelry with an M, in cash, I'on do no runnin' (never)
She had flew out with me on a jet, but now her Uber comin' (ah)
She get off that Sexyy Red, this hood shit got her coochie runnin' (let's go)
Like, why every time these **** pop up dead, nobody got none to do wit' none, like, wow
I be so goddamn high, I forgot I left her on seen (forgot)
I be so goddamn high, I mixed the purp' with the lean (no bap)
I'on just think for self, I put on the whole damn team (**** gotta stand for some)
Young boy knocked his fuckin' head up, playin' around with them keys (brr)
I'on even play around with this shit (seal team six, what?)
Why the fuck you think I'm playin' 'round with your bitch? (Bitch)
Every time we touch down in yo' city, it got like 50 sticks (oh my God)
Everything been AP, I might fuck around and punch all they teeths, shit (let's go)
Written by: Lloyd McKenzie jr, Robert Williams
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