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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Vocals
Mozzy
Mozzy
Vocals
Young M.A
Young M.A
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Timothy Patterson
Timothy Patterson
Songwriter
Katorah Marrero
Katorah Marrero
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
Mathias Liyew
Mathias Liyew
Composer
Samuel Ahana
Samuel Ahana
Composer
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ambezza
Ambezza
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Swish
Swish
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Ayy, shake that ass Ayy, run up the bag I pull up in foreign and I drop the roof (roof) With the finest bitch, we smoke the finest kush (kush) I be shinin', man, I know it's hard not to look (don't look) He just pressured up 'cause he got his bitch took (ooh) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (ayy, ayy, ayy) She just want a nigga in some Prada, Prada Prada ain't shit, I got a lot of dollars (ain't shit) Fendi, Louis, Saint Laurent, Balenciaga (ooh) Plus I fuck her good, spice her life up Enchiladas (fuck her, fuck her, fuck her) Yeah, I spice that life up (ayy) Her headboard be bangin' I'm pullin' her tracks, now the neighbors don't like us (ayy, ayy) YG be with them bangers They do murders, my niggas lifers (whoop, whoop) I heard your Cubans was bust down with SI diamonds That don't excite us, ayy, but me? I pull up in foreign and I drop the roof (roof) With the finest bitch, we smoke the finest kush (kush) I be shinin', man, I know it's hard not to look (don't look) He just pressured up 'cause he got his bitch took (ooh) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (uh-huh, took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took Man, I took the bitch (hello) Of course I got her hooked and shit Funny how I eat her, later on, I got her cookin' shit (ooh, ooh) Whippin' in that all white Lamb' Look like I'm cookin' grits (skrr, skrr) Top down, don't let that go over your hood and shit (mm-hmm) Been wearing Dior (facts) Chains on sweat, drip, drip (drip, drip, drip), like Like I probably put the heat on (ooh) Off days (huh), type of shit I never be on (never) But I can off a nigga quick (grr, grr), type of shit that we on (grr, baow) I pull up in foreign and I drop the roof (roof) With the finest bitch, we smoke the finest kush (kush) I be shinin', man, I know it's hard not to look dDon't look) He just pressured up 'cause he got his bitch took (ooh) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took Fella had her slippin' off her wedding ring She a demon, so I told the bitch it's Hell gang, well trained She with the activities and everything Brother-brother swiping He brought her back that Chanel thing, stale face That's how they be lookin', she's considered took and one gone Showin' me the messages, you textin' her like, "Come on" Bukinati Mozzy, I just gave her somethin' to suck on Thottie allegations, but still wet enough to fuck on, ah I pull up in foreign and I drop the roof (roof) With the finest bitch, we smoke the finest kush (kush) I be shinin', man, I know it's hard not to look (don't look) He just pressured up 'cause he got his bitch took (ooh) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took (took) He just mad 'cause he got his bitch took
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