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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Performer
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todd Gleeful
Todd Gleeful
Producer
Thr6x
Thr6x
Producer
Derek Burns
Derek Burns
Recording Engineer
Igor "LiveTouch" Mamet
Igor "LiveTouch" Mamet
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You know what it is
You hear that? Huh?
Trippie
Bitch, we out here
Yeah
[Chorus]
Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here
Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here
Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here
Put a bad bitch in CELINE, now she outta here
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here
I won't tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, huh
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail
[Verse 1]
I give her hell, huh, then I get Chanel, huh
Hit her with that wand, huh, now she under my spell, huh
Feel like James Bond, No. 9 for my smell
And my big slime, RSG, got clientele
Mansion in the dark, I'ma park and make a film
Fuck her from the back, aw shit, I'm really him
I don't fuck with ****, bitch, yeah, I feel like Zim
I don't fuck with ****, shit, that's because I'm him
[Chorus]
Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here
Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here
Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here
Put a bad bitch in CELINE, now she outta here
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here
I won't tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, huh
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail
[Verse 2]
Trappin', you could tell, hit me on the cell
Rollin' like I lost a case, bitch, I'm on the pill
G shit for real, Coke Boy for real
Young boy trappin', made a mansion off a scale
Young boy on the drill, coach him like I'm Phil
Got the block on fire like them cribs up in the Hills
What she thought? Threw a eighth up in the twenty, now she outta here
Sellin' snow, Perkies, pink, mushrooms, gummies, bitch, we outta here
Fucked the bitch, I take half, told her come and get a stop
Fill her belly with that stuff, get her titties, tummy tucked
You can find me in the cut, that rap money ain't enough
Blew a hundred like it's nothin', 'nother twenty in the duffle, huh?
[Chorus]
Fourteen hundred thousand degrees, now I'm outta here
Pour a four or five of the lean, now I'm outta here
Yeah, just popped me a bean, now I'm outta here
Put a bad bitch in CELINE, now she outta here
Pockets stuffed up, evergreen, boy, we outta here
If she ain't for the whole team, get her outta here
I won't tuck tail, huh, G shit for real, huh
Got the streets on lock, bitch, I could never fail
Written by: Karim Kharbouch, Michael Lamar White II
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