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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry June
Larry June
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deo
Deo
Mixing Engineer
Sledgren
Sledgren
Producer

Texty

[Verse 1]
Slow feet don't eat, two bands, two nights, I'm a real P
Who gives a fuck about the rap game
When you can make 20K in two weeks?
I pray I never catch a case
Chopper with the laser, broke **** player hatin'
Now, bitch, please hand me that extended clip, bitch
Thank you so much now
Ay, master manipulator
Water whippin' till I buy a Bentley and house in Asia
St. Laurent, Goyard, god damn, playin' soccer in my new Maisons
I'm not a house ****, I be really trappin'
Got it on my own, now I'm livin' lavish
I'm a '90s baby, but I keep the .30 on me
Case these **** really want the action
I'm the realest **** in the rap game
You the brokest **** on the internet
Wrapped seventeen, jumped in the Cadi'
I'm in Arizona playin' with the packs
Now I got that just in case money
Just in case the trap stop jumpin'
Went to jail, beat the case on me
My OGs call me big homie
If you need it I'm the postman
Shoot me half of it, here's the trackin' number
Bullshittin' with my money
Cut the **** finger off and send it to his uncle
Twenty pieces, I had it in the oven
Gang-bang, ****, choppa bustin'
I think the police on to something
The bitch snitched, now I'm on the run
[Verse 2]
Ay, what's happin? What's the number?
Joog a **** one time
Cookie Pack, OG
Joog a **** one time
I'm comin' back every time
Joog a **** one time
Joog a **** one time
Joog a **** one time
Joog a **** one time
[Verse 3]
Ay, look, check it out though
Heard you **** got a issue
Holler at me, ****, I ain't hard to find
God, ****, tomorrow, ****, I got a commercial with Colt 45, ****
Get your motherfuckin' money up, god
Joog a **** one time
[Verse 4]
Fuck what **** talkin' 'bout, .40 in the couch
Fuck a drought, send a pack down south
Get my money up and buy another house
Ay, I pick my **** up, he fresh out
Then put him on, with the ooh-wops
All he know is that trap shit
So I bought my **** two Glocks
I bounced out with a MAC on me
Twenty piece and the pack on me
Ay, bitch, hand me that Smart Water please, thank you
I might change my name to Pack Homie
You got a problem, I'll smash on it
Real ****, fuck a rap homie
I heard that **** tellin' on the low
I pray he never put the tasks on me
Gotta get it, now or later, super clever how I put these words together
Thirty six Os, whiter than a dove, had to let it fly together
Ay, I pimp hoes, rock shows, I don't really give a fuck about a label
Damn, me and Sledgren goin' super crazy
Blowin' loud pack by the acre
God, treat the foreign like a bucket
I don't give a fuck, gone like a blunt
Ay, fuck the rap game, made it happen
Mean in trap goin' up, Louie duffel in the trunk
Bad bitches gon' fuck, bought the other bitch a truck
My Beamer coupe, got it tucked
Push a button, Glock .40, hit him in the stomach, god
[Verse 5]
What's happin? What's the number?
Joog a **** one time
Cookie Pack, OG
Joog a **** one time
I'm comin' back every time
Joog a **** one time
Joog a **** one time
Joog a **** one time
Joog a **** one time
[Verse 6]
Joog-joog a **** one time
Joog-joog a **** one time
Written by: Larry Eugene Hendricks
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