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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
Rasun Hinson
Rasun Hinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Saun
Black Saun
Producer
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Recording Engineer
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

You hear that? Run Gucci seats in the 6 series, Louis seats in the 7 series Picked up East on the East & Madison, The shop keep the ratty 'cause I'm still leery Hail Mary, I fucked over good people like Madoff Smack 'em with the pistol, if I shoot, I'm goin' away, dawg Bricks at the Sheridan, pounds at the Aloft It's fucked up, but Donald Trump is the new Adolf Work at the Days Inn, never took a day off Little homie a buck fifty, he gon' let the 'K off We be spendin' dope money, stuntin' at the playoffs You be beggin' for budgets, we be waiting for pay-offs A head shot'll turn a nigga brains into steak sauce These diamonds offset, reach for 'em and I'ma take off You ain't got the heart to be shining, We take your chain off (take that off) Mob shit, after you die, we scratch your name off Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit If it gangsta, you know that I honor 'em all Armani tux, looking fresh in Carnegie Hall Up in Neiman's and Barney's we ball Got a nice crib, but still keep a couple shooters up in the halls 12 grams, bagged up, had to tuck by the balls Act like we in the prison yard, don't give a fuck how we ball Better bring that money now, don't give a fuck who you call If they don't answer, this hammer get you in touch with the Lord Little homie got life, he ain't touchin' a board Get your buttons pushed like the engineer touchin' the board Everybody got hammers, who's bustin' 'em off? Got the Kith cloth seats and the truck is a Porsche That leak got you searching for yourself, dusted and lost Niggas'll never catch up, figured I mustard the Porsche Cut the powder with Anita, shit'll fuck up your thoughts He got treated just like a worker 'cause he wasn't a boss Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit East side, West side, North side, South side (all sides) Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit 'Bout yours, 'bout mine, 'bout money, 'bout time Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit Uptown, downtown, your town, my town Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit Cop shit, rob shit, live fast, die quick Yeah, nigga, you know this shit lit
Writer(s): David Styles, David Brewster, Rasun Hinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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