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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arman Andican
Arman Andican
Songwriter
Bart van Hoewijk
Bart van Hoewijk
Songwriter
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Tobias Dekker
Tobias Dekker
Songwriter
Anton Mendo
Anton Mendo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Outtatown
Outtatown
Producer
Starboy
Starboy
Producer
Roark Bailey
Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
AM
AM
Producer
Bart How
Bart How
Producer
Ben Lidsky
Ben Lidsky
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
star boy
star boy
Producer

Songtexte

(Nah, he ain't- he's not even Teen X, fuck him) Yeah I've been sippin' way too much drink, I think I need a new kidney Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some Wocky in it And every time your bitch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro, don't call my phone when it get sticky I don't go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky I don't got no opps out here, niggas just hate me, niggas just envy When I was in school, I had to ask on my mama, now she stay with Fendi Remember I could not afford a designer belt, now look at me, boy, I got plenty Balenci', Celine, Chanel My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal All of these niggas be fake like a BBL But my bitch all real Yeah, my bitch just like a model, ooh He shot his shot, but ain't follow through, oh Rick on my collar, oh, oh This is not Prada, oh, oh Yeah, she not a toddler, oh, oh But I call her baby She let me drive her lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes This an S550, nah, this not the Maybach, but yeah, it's the latest I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment If you try, you gon' die where you lay, bitch None of my niggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin' You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin' I'm makin' ten, 12, 15 times whatever these niggas be makin' These niggas got it fucked up and these niggas be lyin' These niggas be cappin' on Instagram and Twitter Fuck a tweet, fuck a post, nigga Talkin' 'bout racks, I get the most, nigga Talkin' 'bout hoes, I fuck the most, nigga I fuck on that bitch, then I'm goin' ghost You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer That's why I walk with a Glock 43 on my holster I put my bitch in Balenci', I told her to take off that Fashion Nova If she got Givenchy shark boots on her feet, bae, come a lil' closer Yeah, yeah, yeah I put that ho in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, "Come closer," huh, yeah She say that she feelin' me, yeah, she tell me, "Come over" Yeah, got a freak I'm finna hit right now as soon as we over Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil' shawty, I'm cold Huh, huh, I can't leave my crib without my pole Huh, huh, I can't leave no crib without my pole Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for shit sure Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show Yeah, I just pop my shit, then pop that ho Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low Yeah, shawty, I'm a rockstar, my guitar got a scope I'm rockin' all black and my cross upside down, I'm not the Pope I'm looking strong, I'm boolin' with this model ho and she love coke I'm in Europe, shawty, spent like 25 on a new coat I'm gettin' paid, lil' shawty, I buy what I want up out that store If they in my way, then I'ma up that stick and let it go Huh, I been countin' up like too much cash, I'm uppin' my roll Yeah, we been breakin' the dash, this SRT been huggin' the road Huh, she just wanna come and fuck on the gang, that's for sure Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment If you try, you gon' die where you lay, bitch None of my niggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin' You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'
Writer(s): Anton Martin Mendo, Kenyatta Frazier, Tobias Decker, Arman Andican, Bart Van Hoewijk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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