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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
1nonly
1nonly
Vocals
SXMPRA
SXMPRA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalem Leo Tarrant
Kalem Leo Tarrant
Songwriter
Nathan Fuller
Nathan Fuller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1nonly
1nonly
Mixing Engineer
SXMPRA
SXMPRA
Producer

Lyrics

Uhm, it's a good time to say, "Holy smokes" Said, "What's up? Bitch, what's happenin'?" Bitch tryna suck on my dick, I might tap it See this .40 round clip, the grip, I might grab it My hollow point tip, yo' lip, it cause havoc So out my way, bitch, move it, fuck it up I got like way too many bands, pockets flooded up And what I got in my advanced make yo' stomach fucked I keep a strap up on my waist, it got a hollow tucked 'Cause like, damn, move out my way Got new money comin', bitch, stack my pape' I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a case New whip, no keys, electric race Like, what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fake You off the grid, your face decay I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (ayy) 'Cause I'm boomin' All these pussy bitches that be talkin' nothing to my face He wanna pull up with a gat and get sprayed, fuck that Got two dicks on me, got one for your bitch And the other with a laser, you get tased Slide through, go drift in a Civ' after talkin' to yo' bitch Leave a red dot beam to your face And my money makin' money (ayy) Where your bands go? (Ayy) Bitch, fuck around (ayy) I'ma pull up (ayy), and I'll catch another case Like, damn, shit, huh? What yo' clique gon' do? When I slide to yo' crib, what yo' blick gon' do? Got yo' girl up on my line, what yo' bitch gon' do? Curb stomp a pussy bitch (ayy), what my Rick's goin' through Like, damn, shit, and I keep that boom If it's over me and you, who yo' bitch gon' choose? Flex a hundred dollar shoes, what yo' fit gon' prove? And you see me goin' up (ayy, ayy, ayy) Why you look confused, huh? Tell a pussy boy that I said, "Step back" Motherfucker wanna talk, but I'm gettin' the bag I see the reason that the motherfuckers takin' it bad They know they never wanna be the one to step like that, like Boom, bitch, you don't want this I'ma pull up with the glick, pussy wanna talk shit, like Every motherfucker wanna talk about another But they never wanna be the one to pull up the numbers See me doin' good, now they wanna say, "I said so" Tell me why they never gave a minute from the get-go Tell me why they never wanna motherfuckin' let go Tell me why my legacy is 'bout to be in set stone You don't really wanna play on my ninth life Like, oh, my, put them in a lyrical drive-by, I slide by Spittin' like a motherfuckin' villain I'ma never let them ride 'til they pickin' the right side The cyanide in yo' drink, go bye-bye Make plays, get bank, for my own time Stay away from the motherfuckers tryna be The ones to take a blade to my name, I choose life Revenge on my chest, I stay in my best They stayin' mad that I be winning, do I make you upset? I'm makin' moves, and now they comin' 'Cause I'm gettin' some bread But you weren't there when I was broke And now you think that we friends Forget it Da-da-da-da-da-damn, move out my way Got new money comin', bitch, stack my pape' I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a case New whip, no keys, electric race Like, what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fake You off the grid, your face decay I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (two twins, got twins, got twins, got twins, got twins)
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