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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Dominguez
Bryan Dominguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freddy "Scalez" Lopez
Freddy "Scalez" Lopez
Recording Engineer
Rolandi "Row The Hitman" Ventura
Rolandi "Row The Hitman" Ventura
Producer

Lyrics

Ay Ay Pulling up in my Yeah Harlem Row the Hitman better get your Shooters Pulling up in my what Feeling like I'm so up let's go No snaps on the petro Nigga you might be stuck That's cold Gotta get to this paper Feeling like I'm so up obsurd Gotta get this paper Feeling like I'm next up that's word I said I'm Pulling up in my what huh Feeling like I'm so up let's go No snaps on the petro Nigga you might be stuck That's cold Gotta get to this paper Feeling like I'm so up obsurd Gotta get this paper Feeling like I'm next up that's word Pulling up in my old whip Pulling up in my new whip And I keep a Becky and she looks like She's from Clueless And her black friend w her and she Looks like she's from clueless Queen Trick I really do this Trick I really do this On my way to who knows where Just know that I can make it there Got dank and Good company If that ain't do it not a care That's living living Living good Like Mr.Rogers Neighborhood Got hella fits when it comes to this I'm a Specialist Big bodies woo Get a bitch bodied woo Kill her shit so bad She like to call me HoZ Homi whoa Dominican she vegan but she loving My Salami If she he got a friend I put her on With Hurricane Johnny Yeah That's my brother From another mother We gon hustle til them diamonds Stone cold No stunner And we up so fly we soaring In a whip so foreign That if trump sees it He might try to deport it Bitch I'm ballin when I'm Pulling up in my what Feeling like I'm so up let's go No snaps on the petro Nigga you might be stuck That's cold Gotta get to this paper Feeling like I'm so up obsurd Gotta get this paper Feeling like I'm next up that's word I said I'm Pulling up in my what huh Feeling like I'm so up let's go No snaps on the petro Nigga you might be stuck That's cold Gotta get to this paper Feeling like I'm so up obsurd Gotta get this paper Feeling like I'm next up that's word Cruising riding Who's inside A real one if you look inside No looking low I'm way too high I'm all about my bills Like Nye The science guy Defiance I Can't see them like I'm going Blind A stand up guy Can't fall behind No flakin I'm from 139 That's Harlem what Harlem what Double up or nothing So don't plant no words If money trees ain't part of the Discussion And I Keep a baddie Man that head hitting No concussion Bout to blow up like combustion Got em mad looking disgusted As I'm Pulling up in my what Feeling like I'm so up let's go No snaps on the petro Nigga you might be stuck That's cold Gotta get to this paper Feeling like I'm so up obsurd Gotta get this paper Feeling like I'm next up that's word I said I'm Pulling up in my what huh Feeling like I'm so up let's go No snaps on the petro Nigga you might be stuck That's cold Gotta get to this paper Feeling like I'm so up obsurd Gotta get this paper Feeling like I'm next up that's word Pulling up in my Word word word word Pulling up in my Word word watch me Swerve swerve swerve Swerve swerve swerve Pulling up in my what Feeling like I'm so up No snaps on the petro Nigga you might be stuck Gotta get to this paper Feeling like I'm so up Gotta get this paper Feeling like I'm next up I said I'm pulling up in my what
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