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PERFORMING ARTISTS
PayGotti
PayGotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deandre Wheelwright
Deandre Wheelwright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Terrificc Terry
Chris Terrificc Terry
Mixing Engineer
Yvnng Ecko
Yvnng Ecko
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, Echo, turn it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ****
Tuh, no hats, come on, let me show you how to catch one
Can't sleep 'cause when I close my eyes, I'm seein' red rum
Spank shit, if you ain't want no parts, you shouldn't have said none
Dumb **** tripped while tryna run and pull his pants up
Two-tone, blow just like a whistle and it bark loud
Reap shit, I hope you in them doughs when it get dark out
Thick bitch I found in New York City, she my heart now
Bossed up, A. Gotti touchin' chicken, check the charts now
New thing, can't wait to hit the opps and test it out
Bitch tryna cause a scene, I had to slap her in the mouth
Is I'm him or maybe she just tryna fuck for clout?
My old bitch dozin' off, I slipped her card and cleared her account
Tuh, typin' on the 'Gram, your homie gon' go pull a skit
Could show you 'bout a hundred fifteen ways to break a bitch
My cousin keep on hangin' with them suckers, then he's flipped
She talkin' 'bout she don't trip, but
Bitch, I'm all out in some chips, ayy
Crept up, he beggin' for his life like, "Gotti, please"
I'm thinkin', "How the fuck he know my face behind a ski?"
Gettin' hot 'cause every bitch I come across ain't got no cheese
Pop the stolie, I know how to crank the load without no keys
Throw this bitch in park, I think I spot him over there
I crouch and brother blitz 'cause on them skits, no playin' fair
She fagged and fucked this sucker like a **** 'posed to care
Tried to pop it out the mouth and got sent down without a chair, ayy
Cuh ain't fightin' demons, he just broke and hella bored
I cut my sneaky link, she hit me with the lesb-nord
Don't ask me how I'm livin', I live how you can't afford
Bitch never seen the world, I'm finna take this ho on tour, ayy
Stop it with the nonsense if you wanna keep your head
I slid on stolen bikes with my lil' cousin on the pegs
Can't fathom how she broke with all that cooch between her legs
New 300, this some shit that you can't tuck inside your pants
Life is like a game 'cause you gon' live and you gon' learn
Your time to eat gon' come, just hold your head and wait your turn
You doubted, now you see I'm better livin', you concerned
Do it big 'cause when I'm gone, know where I'm goin', finna burn
Take him out the game 'cause he can't even shoot the ball
A rented house and feds, don't give a fuck, I'll lose 'em all
It's fuck you, when I needed you the most, I couldn't call
**** steppin' with no guidance
While I'm slidin' for the cause, ****
Yeah
Say, **** steppin' with no guidance
While I'm slidin' for the cause, ****
Yeah, so if you don't hear me, dog
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Deandre Wheelwright, Unknown Writer
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