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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

(You did good, Slick) (It's a smash) Yeah (You did good, Slick) Ayy I'ma just talk my shit, ayy (yeah) I'ma do what it take to win Shawty, I'm way too sick, ayy Why I'm sippin' on medicine I don't trust none of these lames (let's get it) They probably gon' tell again I don't trust none of these hoes Kick 'em out like a gentleman (let's get it) Ride around with my three's up Gang tellin' me to ease up Hellcat got my speed up Fuckboys, they can't keep up Pull up, they gon' freeze up Too high, they can't reach us (let's get it) Trailer park shawty, but them white folks think I'm Jesus (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) They tryna do the most, ayy Ain't really down to die about it Block that bitch, went ghost, ayy Fuck it, I let her cry about it Heard them boys went broke, ayy (yeah) Instagram, they still lying about it Fuck it, I pour some more, ayy Wok here by the line 1000 Daytime, pullin' up pickup Nighttime pullin' up foreign Told my bitch I can't pick up (sorry) I'm too busy out tourin' (turn me up) Nodding off while I sit up Peace that I've been longing for She tryna cry 'bout love, ayy Bitch, I heard that song before Drugs, they don't get tired of me Them boys don't get high to me White boy from the hood, bitch, I'm different, a dichotomy I'm fulfilling prophecy (yeah) Don't want your camaraderie I'm tryna get this money, take my family outta poverty Too lame, you can't rock with me (let's get it) They just wanna ride for free Getting straight to the money Fuck them bitches, my philosophy Fuck 'em like pornography Fuck 'em like they lied to me Wondering why I'm paranoid, fuck, because I gotta be Drew Brees got that nine on me They call me a prodigy (young Wetto) Grey five-nine, that's 'til I die, don't matter my geography Chest out I got God with me Alien biology Stay the fuck out my way, you can keep all them apologies I'ma just talk my shit, ayy (yeah) I'ma do what it take to win Shawty, I'm way too sick, ayy Why I'm sippin' on medicine I don't trust none of these lames (let's get it) They probably gon' tell again I don't trust none of these hoes Kick 'em out like a gentleman (let's get it) Ride around with my three's up Gang tellin' me to ease up Hellcat got my speed up Fuckboys, they can't keep up Pull up, they gon' freeze up Too high, they can't reach us (let's get it) Trailer park shawty, but them white folks think I'm Jesus (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
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