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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Dimes
Mike Dimes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Chiang
Caleb Chiang
Songwriter
Michael Goode Jr.
Michael Goode Jr.
Songwriter
Tzurel Halfon
Tzurel Halfon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric "eQ" Morgenstern
Eric "eQ" Morgenstern
Mixing Engineer
CVLEB .
CVLEB .
Producer
Zuri
Zuri
Producer

Lyrics

This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe Ain't none of this shit rented Servin' vicious, fuck your favorite rapper, hope he get offended I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain't trippin' I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin' (designer) Got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (nah) Drop a song and your status went nada (nah) In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (yeah) I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard, greens Homie outside with Alicia, Keys I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (yeah) Root of all evil what got me 'em tickets at Regal So fuck what's illegal I'm different, I really ain't get a handout I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (on gang) I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen All the moles 'bout all my songs, screamin', "Fuck your opinion" No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin' It's fuck everybody, the way I been feelin' I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (on God, on God) So they down for a threesome, nigga (on God) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, back seat heavy from that heavy Want a bad bitch with the fetti, when she ready, bitch, I'm ready Fuck the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin' They just do it like they beefin' with the dealers, uh (yeah) Bitches poppin' pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin' music Ain't nobody have belief it (yeah) Took a couple Ls, I ain't tweakin' (tweakin') I got money to help all my reasons (yeah) I got shorties from all major regions I jumped in the water and claimin' the deep end (hold on) Different Money I'm countin' on shorties I'm poundin' on I know them niggas is pissed I'ma put a new Patek on by my bitch silicone Then I'ma double again Niggas ain't solid, I don't claim a friend Because when I was knockin', you ain't let me in Niggas lose vision all over the pussy Respect the whole gang 'fore a blue Benjamin Witness, everyone say that I'm up I was stuck at the bottom, you ain't give a fuck I don't care for a bitch, I ain't searchin' for love And I ain't trust a soul if he ain't from above I ain't surfin' the wave, I got lost, fuck a brush When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck They would look at my pain and they ain't help me up If you mention my name, say, "I don't give a fuck" (bitch) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level
Writer(s): Michael Goode Jr., Tzurel Halfon, Caleb Chiang Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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