Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bianco
Bianco
Performer
Namatsey
Namatsey
Performer
SKA
SKA
Performer
Dedejaé
Dedejaé
Performer
Natse J
Natse J
Performer
Wole B
Wole B
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oluwasogo Daniel Kofo-Abayomi
Oluwasogo Daniel Kofo-Abayomi
Songwriter
daemi ayodeji adeleye
daemi ayodeji adeleye
Songwriter
Tseyinmi Omatseye
Tseyinmi Omatseye
Songwriter
Oritsetserun Dede Jemide
Oritsetserun Dede Jemide
Songwriter
Oforitsenatse Jemide
Oforitsenatse Jemide
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Twik Hozay
Twik Hozay
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hop up in that Bitch like danny phantom it’s a mansion
Already a father to these **** you’re my grandsons
I hate some friendly Ass **** we can’t stand Em
That bitch she ride that stick to death got no manners
I got cocaine up in my blood like Marilyn Manson
What’s in your cup
Please Please mind your business
I’m all for bill bill cos he couldn’t stand us
Cos he coming...
Put that shii all in my cup
Tell that bad bitch that I don’t give a fuck
Dummy ass **** mehn they run outta luck
Stack up that paper we gats get them bucks
They way I deliver
Make em wanna shiver
She got a gun while the ops got a quiver
But I’m the one taking shots to the liver
Now they’re the ones taking shots to deliver
**** and we flipping off the bag
**** and we stressing my **** we never lack
Cos you see the team we lack it we make it back
Cos you see we coming through we boutta cop all the flack
**** on the bag now
Man like me I come in and I beat him that is hands down
Cos you see we run the streets I tell you we the mans now
Cos you know we coming and I’m chilling with the fam now
Chilling with the fam now
Hop up in that Bitch like danny phantom it’s a mansion
Already a father to these **** you’re my grandsons
I hate some friendly Ass **** we can’t stand Em
That bitch she ride that stick to death got no manners
I got cocaine up in my blood like Marilyn Manson
What’s in your cup
Please Please mind your business
I’m all for bill bill cos he couldn’t stand us
Cos he coming...
Took a trip down memory lane
I’m tryna find who could really body me
I guess its only me
I live my life as living prodigy
Yall took this shit for granted
But i cashed out like a lottery
I take what i been owed
And I don’t ask for no apologies
Lasgidi like the trenches
You gotta fake it till you make it
Met a 57 swear she said that she was famous
I be raging till the morning
And never crease my gucci trainers
Wasnt born with a silver spoon
But you can tell this shit was stainless
Wasn’t born with a silver spoon but you could tell that shit was stainless
Came up out the womb and you could tell that shit was painless
Mama said that I, I’m her muhfucking favorite
I be in the sky, I be flyer than Jamaicans
I be getting high with my ****’s getting paper
I be getting high with my ****’s getting paper
I be getting high with my ****’s getting paper uh
Is it enough, I think it is
Bitches wanna come and see the way we live we was in the crib
Smoking up
420 haze
Rolling js getting paid
She wanna understand what i fucking said
I wrote it out
Don’t know if she can read
But she pretty, that’s enough for me
B*t*h
Haha
Written by: Oforitsenatse Jemide, Oluwasogo Daniel Kofo-Abayomi, Oritsetserun Dede Jemide, Tseyinmi Omatseye, daemi ayodeji adeleye
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