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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Andre Davidson
Andre Davidson
Songwriter
Andrew Harr
Andrew Harr
Songwriter
Jermaine Jerrel Jackson
Jermaine Jerrel Jackson
Songwriter
Sean Winston Davidson
Sean Winston Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
The Monarch
The Monarch
Producer
The Runners
The Runners
Producer

Lyrics

24 hours, nigga, seven days a week (a week) Gee, I don't get tired I let you other niggas sleep (sleep) Turn up for that check And yeah, I get it out the streets (streets) Hustle like I'm starving Going hard, I gotta eat (woo) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch how I break my wrist (ice) Make that water whip Stretch it out, then flip (ooh) I'm all about my chips I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch how I break my wrist Make that water whip Stretch it out, then flip I'm all about my chips I get it out the mud Turn up in two seconds (countdown) Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretching (wow) Across the street under a bando And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (here boy) On the scale, but I call it the ruler And that's what I'm using my method of measure (streets) Got it jumping up out of the pot and My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property (boom) I meant to say my clientickity (for real?) Numbers official retickity Out the mud, nobody did shit for me Arrogant often I'm bigity (shit) All about money, like what done got into me Breaking down bricks and we blowing good grigity Say you ain't feeling me, oughta try killing me Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me (brr) My baby mothers are sick of me I put that dick on 'em Now they ridiculously saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch I've been chasing my paper religiously (ooh) I'm really in the street, others pretend to be Let me get off of my grind then it's silly me No one'll pity me, coming and getting me out the mud Nigga, I'm the epitome 24 hours, nigga, seven days a week (a week) Gee, I don't get tired I let you other niggas sleep (sleep) Turn up for that check And yeah, I get it out the streets (streets) Hustle like I'm starving Going hard, I gotta eat (woo) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch how I break my wrist (ice) Make that water whip Stretch it out, then flip (ooh) I'm all about my chips I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch how I break my wrist (ice) Make that water whip Stretch it out, then flip (ooh) I'm all about my chips I get it out the mud Money coming, money gotta flip it I ain't waiting on nobody, I'ma go get it (go get git) I ain't tripping on a nigga, I'm a gorilla (ooh) Somebody take something from me, I'm gonna go kill 'em (rrr) Trap booming hard and I'm serving out the window Burglar barred up, with a curtain on the window Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood Had to leave the dice game, gotta bond-out (turn up) Sunday coming up, pull the cars out, look Another 20 grand, told my girl call Nook (what) Post bail, what the hell got all y'all shook (hello) Poo hit the line in the drop Plug went dry, had to take another route (c'mon) Pulling up, getting it I done went sickening Drop no whip, and a nigga gon' vouch (gon' vouch) Another 4K just stuffed in the couch Promise I ain't tryna swag, I just got a lot of that Anybody try me, I'ma put 'em in a body bag (zip) Follow that, copy that Pounds in the garbage bag Backed in the bank, y'all leaving after dropping that (yeah) Call 'em back, call 'em back Juug, no falling back (peep) Quicker than I got it (peep), then I done ran out of that (peep) My Denim Springs people (peep), little partner outta Walker (peep) Shitting harder than a bitch, they gon' probably want all of that 24 hours, nigga, seven days a week (a week) Gee, I don't get tired I let you other niggas sleep (sleep) Turn up for that check And yeah, I get it out the streets (streets) Hustle like I'm starving Going hard, I gotta eat (woo) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch how I break my wrist (ice) Make that water whip Stretch it out, then flip (ooh) I'm all about my chips I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch how I break my wrist (ice) Make that water whip Stretch it out, then flip (ooh) I'm all about my chips I get it out the mud
Writer(s): Andre Davidson, Maurice Nathan Simmonds, Marcellus Gilyard, Jermaine Jackson, Andrew Harr, Sean Winston Davidson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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