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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Vocals
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Songwriter
Dondre Moore
Dondre Moore
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Michael Hernandez
Michael Hernandez
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Recording Engineer
1st Class
1st Class
Producer
Foreign Teck
Foreign Teck
Producer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer
Neeko Baby
Neeko Baby
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Right here, mmm Bitch I'm from Kentucky but this ain't no fuckin' Dixie Chicks This is not Route 66 She step out, take like fifty flicks I'm way too selective with the folks that I get mixy with She said, "That's a lie, boy, you a thot, thot, thot" Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot Think they fuckin' with me but they not, not, not I just cannot stop, I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop She came to kick it with her friends They takin' shots, shots, shots I'm a hot shot (ay) Met her at the club and I took her to the casa Get bread nonstop Know my name, ring a bell like Raja From the city like Rondo, Rajon But I'm from the white side like Hassan Way too fly but I'm not trying Had y'all's fun but it's my time Chain go bling I ain't talking 'bout hotline Young and I got time But I finally got one, it's about time Make the whole city shine every time that I shine Let me know now if you not down 'Cause you left and you not 'round Need a Julep and a hot brown Go 'head, let that top down Bitch I'm from Kentucky but this ain't no fuckin' Dixie Chicks This is not Route 66 She step out, take like fifty flicks I'm way too selective with the folks that I get mixy with She said, "That's a lie, boy, you a thot, thot, thot" Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot Think they fuckin' with me but they not, not, not I just cannot stop, I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop She came to kick it with her friends They takin' shots, shots, shots Yeah, white gold over my chrome hearts Ten bands sloppy, I ain't got no card I don't feel nothing for the most part Fat boy drive this bitch like a go-kart Slide through the opp blocks shooting out blow darts I been rich before I signed Shirt cost five, wear it one time She don't slurp, get out my ride Run my city, you can ask my opps Love my thots with mouths like mops Shirt off, chains on in a drop I spent 20 G's for a clock Put a Bentley GT in my mouth We don't sell CD's out this house Still got - in now Like what's a drought, drought, drought? Bitch I'm from Kentucky but this ain't no fuckin' Dixie Chicks This is not Route 66 She step out, take like fifty flicks I'm way too selective with the folks that I get mixy with She said, "That's a lie, boy, you a thot, thot, thot" Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot Think they fuckin' with me but they not, not, not I just cannot stop, I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop She came to kick it with her friends They takin' shots, shots, shots
Writer(s): Jack Harlow, Dondre Moore, Khaleel Kenyatte Griffin, Tahj Morgan, Michael F. Hernandez, George Stone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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