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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Lamar Cook
Quinton Lamar Cook
Composer
Reuel E. Walker
Reuel E. Walker
Composer
Justin Scott
Justin Scott
Composer
Timothy Michael Wells Jr.
Timothy Michael Wells Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Musik MajorX
Musik MajorX
Producer
Micah Wyatt
Micah Wyatt
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Recording Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Reuel Ethan
Reuel Ethan
Producer

Lyrics

Music Majors Um, you will stop playing? And my music's so fuckin' major Yeah, yeah I been waitin' on my turn, life is butter, let it churn 'Til you buried or you burn and they put you in an urn (Uh) Sprinkle me, dawg (Dawg), put that ink on me, dawg (Dawg) Just to rep for my city (City), just to rep for the cause I got stake in the 'Sip, I got steak on my plate No mistakin', I was stakin' out some money to make (Let go) They pump-fakin' when they hatin', they ain't passin' the ball When I get it, Kyle Watson, I ain't passin' at all Live above the rim, dirty bird to the grill Let it flip, boogaloo, yeah, they trip, shoot like shit If I hit her with the dick, she nut so, off a cliff Let it drip, let it sank, motherfuck your battleship I been Waitin' just to talk that shit I been waitin' (I been waitin) just to floss that whip I been waitin' (I been waitin) just to toss that bitch To my partners, to my products, Chris Paul that shit I been waitin', yeah yeah I been waitin' (Yeah) Run that back Patience all I ever had 'til I never had it (Go) Blame it on a check that left a nigga asthmatic Gave a nigga bad habits, dancin' hoes with fat asses (Look at that) They in love with Louis so they come with mad baggage First class in the cabin, I'm a killa with the stabbin' Thriller with the fashion like a Jackson in a jacket Pull my zipper, if I tip her I'll flip her like a mattress Rubber undercover for a package, one for trackin', whoa On the real, I got goals, not the grill I got soul, not a shoe, let me roll, not appeal No reveal on the ear 'cause it way too hard to come by (Pick it up) Give to me, myself and I, multi Waitin' just to talk that shit I been waitin' (I been waitin) just to floss that whip I been waitin' (I been waitin) just to toss that bitch To my potnas, to my products, Chris Paul that shit I been waitin', yeah yeah I been waitin' (Yeah) Run that back Uh
Writer(s): Justin Lewis Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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