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PERFORMING ARTISTS
22Gz
22Gz
Vocals
Yung Dza
Yung Dza
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edis Selmani
Edis Selmani
Songwriter
Jeffrey Mark Alexander
Jeffrey Mark Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffrey Alexander
Jeffrey Alexander
Associate Producer
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
Yung Dza
Yung Dza
Producer

Lyrics

Yung Dza Runnin' to the guap, I done ran into your thot Foreigns out the lot, I done ran up a lot (bands, bands) Pockets filled with knots, blicky filled with shots Treesh's on my (treesh), made her eat the (cock) Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang This straight water around my neck (bands) Waterfall around my neck (waterfall around my neck) Little bitch, I'm uppin' blickys, dumpin', know that's on my set Made your treesha eat the dick up She kept callin', dialin' my cell My mindset since a youngin, if I want it, I'm gon' get it Switch the drip up (drip, drip), they can't call what I'm gon' wear Switch the whip up so when we spinnin', y'all can't tell Hit your shit up, I get caught, then I'm gon' bail Pick your bitch up, she send drum all in his jibs (treesh, treesh) Runnin' to the guap, I done ran into your thot Foreigns out the lot, I done ran up a lot (bands, bands) Pockets filled with knots, blicky filled with shots Treesh's on my (treesh), made her eat the (cock) Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang ATL, I'm up in Icebox, bought some drip from Lenox (drip, drip, drip) Treesh gon' eat me out my box just 'cause a nigga trendin' (oh yeah) Chain swingin', diamonds dancin' on my fuckin' pendant (my pendant) Totin' fifty-rounds, got tired of them lil' ol' extensions Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk Watch her go berserk, shake that shit in circles Work, work, work, work (bands, bands, bands) Had to put that work in for everything I purchase Runnin' to the guap, I done ran into your thot Foreigns out the lot, I done ran up a lot (bands, bands) Pockets filled with knots, blicky filled with shots Treesh's on my (treesh), made her eat the (cock) Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Writer(s): Edis Selmani, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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