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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Sool Got Hits
Sool Got Hits
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm trapped on the night shift I seen my uncle addicted to white shit I pulled up with a nice bitch My license suspended so that's who I slide with I'm ready for anything, outside with a Glock, in jail with an ice pick Just put your money down, nobody make a move 'til the dice set I got my money up, tellin' promoters I switched up my prices I brought Dre Mack with me, He gon' run down, he don't care who your wife is I'm tryna live righteous Couldn't get bail, they said he was a flight risk Why these niggas on my dick? If I see it, I want it, I like it, I buy it Uh, you need like fifty pills? I could get 'em I got like nine bitches in the Sprinter I just got some head, she just wanted dinner Half my niggas dead, half of 'em in the prison 40 on me, had no business I ain't got no time to think about the witness Leave 'em in the river, wakin' up with fishes I get all my diamonds from the district I got all my haters at attention Try pull me over, not stoppin' at lights If I hop out, I'm jumpin' over fences Can't fuck with bitches, they just want attention My diamonds yellow, I look like a Simpson Her brain amazin' like she went to Princeton Her name was Monica, I felt like Clinton I'm trapped on the night shift I seen my uncle addicted to white shit I pulled up with a nice bitch My license suspended so that's who I slide with I'm ready for anything, outside with a Glock, in jail with an ice pick Just put your money down, nobody make a move 'til the dice set I got my money up, tellin' promoters I switched up my prices I brought Dre Mack with me, He gon' run down, he don't care who your wife is I'm tryna live righteous Couldn't get bail, they said he was a flight risk Why these niggas on my dick? If I see it, I want it, I like it, I buy it We in New York [?] so I got the knife in Bad vibe with me, light skin And she says I'm triffling I've been sipping this syrup then I Be look [?] down where the night went Maybach with a light ten I gotta zip if the cops come If the paper the subject, I ain't done If the bitch is not fucking, she can't come I've been popping these Addys, I can't sleep I've been cripping on beats like I'm Dave East Put a new supercharger on a Hellcat Had a hell of a week, where the bails at? Tryna put that hoe leg where her arm at This shit deeper than rap, we be on that I'm trapped on the night shift I seen my uncle addicted to white shit I pulled up with a nice bitch My license suspended so that's who I slide with I'm ready for anything, outside with a Glock, in jail with an ice pick Just put your money down, nobody make a move 'til the dice set I got my money up, tellin' promoters I switched up my prices I brought Dre Mack with me, He gon' run down, he don't care who your wife is I'm tryna live righteous Couldn't get bail, they said he was a flight risk Why these niggas on my dick? If I see it, I want it, I like it, I buy it Um, like, what is you doing? Is you rapping? Is you trappin? Like, pick up your fucking phone Stop playing with me, like I know you're not that fucking busy, like And it better not be no bitches in there I'm not playing with ya I'm in Los Angeles, cool, but I've always been scandalous We might rob you and your manager For target, for which, we need a new camera After we shoot, light a candle up Hit her phone while we land in her City, that shit got her all in her feelings I don't get searched, So I got some hittas that pass me a Strap 'till they get in the building I come from public housing where they killing Couldn't get a job is why they started dealing Then he couldn't get no help is why he started stealing He not his self that's why they never feel him I ain't popped a Xan in a minute I ain't fucked a fan in a minute Last time, I stand in a [?] Disrespect my man, I'm offended I'm trapped on the night shift I seen my uncle addicted to white shit I pulled up with a nice bitch My license suspended so that's who I slide with I'm ready for anything, outside with a Glock, in jail with an ice pick Just put your money down, nobody make a move 'til the dice set I got my money up, tellin' promoters I switched up my prices I brought Dre Mack with me, He gon' run down, he don't care who your wife is I'm tryna live righteous Couldn't get bail, they said he was a flight risk Why these niggas on my dick? If I see it, I want it, I like it, I buy it
Writer(s): Askia Fountain, David Brewster, Rasool Diaz, Steve Carless, Shane Lindstrom, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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