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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yg Teck
Yg Teck
Vocals
Peezy
Peezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yg Teck
Yg Teck
Songwriter
Phillip Peaks
Phillip Peaks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rastaa Benz
Rastaa Benz
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Lyrics

(Yuh!) (Rasta) I'm back out you heard me say you heard me (Yes) Ns ain't having no motion ns need to pack it up (Brokey!) I made 300 off one phone na add me up (Yes) Keep complaining bout numbers you 'ont even grab enough (You 'ont even grab enough) You got a bust down but you broke ns need to pack it up (I hate it) Get busy and get money for a fact it's us I like a fly bitch with some money, attitude bad as fuck (Heyyyy) Yes Na think I can't fuck his bitch tell him bet a band I got five thousand pounds in the air and I bet they land (Whoo) I'm a high class trapper low numbers on the Telegram I sell dope and I sell pounds ns got settlements (Bricky) I'm in the booth scratching right now pry need to take it slow At least ten pounds I'll never break a bow Ns ain't having no motion ns need to pack it up (Brokey!) I made 300 off one phone na add me up (Yes) Keep complaining bout numbers you 'ont even grab enough (You 'ont even grab enough) You got a bust down but you broke ns need to pack it up (I hate it) Ns ain't having no motion ns need to pack it up (Brokey!) I made 300 off one phone na add me up (Yes) Keep complaining bout numbers you 'ont even grab enough (You 'ont even grab enough) You got a bust down but you broke ns need to pack it up (I hate it) Bitch bad but her na cheap please pack it up (Brokey) Plain prezi, brown face, I ain't make 'em mad enough (Ha!) When ns make they bitches mad I got money, patch it up (I do it) A lor 200 thousand every month, Ion ask for much (Rasta) Still getting more got it coming, got enough made (Yes) My bitch bad now but if she leave I'mma upgrade (I swear to God) Moncler, Palm Angels on, real dope boy I did sweats all week tomorrow I go Louis (He drippy) Tonight it's one rule in the building, fuck a broke boy Say you got them millies on your mind won't you go for it A black truck on Soho shopping spend all day there Four thousand for a condo don't even stay there (That's my life, yes) Ns ain't having no motion ns need to pack it up (Brokey!) I made 300 off one phone na add me up (Yes) Keep complaining bout numbers you 'ont even grab enough (You 'ont even grab enough) You got a bust down but you broke ns need to pack it up (I hate it) Ns ain't having no motion ns need to pack it up (Brokey!) I made 300 off one phone na add me up (Yes) Keep complaining bout numbers you 'ont even grab enough (You 'ont even grab enough) You got a bust down but you broke ns need to pack it up (I hate it)
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