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PERFORMING ARTISTS
$NOT
$NOT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edy Edouard
Edy Edouard
Songwriter
Stefan Francis
Stefan Francis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Level
Level
Producer
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Mixing Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, ha-ha I'm outside right now, tryna get lit Yeah, fuck with that shit right there Alright, yeah, yeah Alright, hit me up, hit me up I'ma be outside, I'ma be outside (go) Smoke a blunt right now, roll a 'Wood (let's go) Bruh, I'm up and down in your hood (yeah) Man, I wish a bitch nigga would (yeah, fuck that bitch) Smokin' all this gas in the hood (huh?) Blowin' all this gas, Hazelwood (fuck) I just wanna know where you from (where the fuck you at?) Hundred round bullet, it's a drum (let's go, buh-buh-buh-buh) Light a nigga up like the sun (yeah) Light a nigga up like the sun, don't let him run (let's go) We gon' be up 'til like 5 a.m. 5 a.m., 5 a.m., 5 a.m. I don't even know the time, but I know it's time to reach Open up my head Tryna go outside, got the mosh pit outside (outside) Burn this bitch with my pride I don't give a fuck about this shit Everybody better go and drop this shit, diamonds on my neck like a cooling kit Walk around like I own your block, fuck 12, I don't even fuck with cops White bitch straight from Beverly Hills, all-all-all she want is this molly and pills She just wanna die or get killed, don't really matter what how she feel Bad bitch looking like cocoa, from the top of the ozone Only live once like YOLO fuck a bitch in my GoPro Pull up in an all-black, woo! What you know about this agony? Demon outside won't let me breathe, bitch-ass niggas tryna be like me I'ma be up 'til 5:00 a.m., I don't give a fuck 'bout none of them Catch me with a Glock shootin' out the Benz, all the hoes just wanna fuck my friends Smoke a blunt right now, roll a 'Wood (let's go) Bruh, I'm up and down in your hood (yeah) Man, I wish a bitch nigga would (yeah, fuck that bitch) Smokin' all this gas in the hood (huh?) Blowin' all this gas, Hazelwood (fuck) I just wanna know where you from (where the fuck you at?) Hundred round bullet, it's a drum (let's go, buh-buh-buh-buh) Light a nigga up like the sun (yeah) Light a nigga up like the sun Don't let him run We gon' be up 'til like 5 a.m.
Writer(s): Edy Edouard, Stefan Francis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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