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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Ashilee Roberts
Ashilee Roberts
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashilee Roberts
Ashilee Roberts
Songwriter
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Dameon Sean Hughes
Dameon Sean Hughes
Songwriter
Paul Slayton
Paul Slayton
Songwriter
Raphael Udo III
Raphael Udo III
Songwriter
Salih Williams
Salih Williams
Songwriter
Stayve Thomas
Stayve Thomas
Songwriter
Xavier Barrios
Xavier Barrios
Songwriter
Michael Jones
Michael Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ashilee Roberts
Ashilee Roberts
Co-Producer
DracoKid
DracoKid
Co-Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Project X
Project X
Producer
Superstar O.
Superstar O.
Producer

Letras

Ayy, them boys better get out this street 'cause they know how we play it Check me, then I'm runnin' him down (runnin' him down) I don't need a drop 'cause I know where he stay at From a lil' bitch that was toppin' him down (yeah) I got the juice like I'm Bishop, yo' bitch have the hiccups, I'm stabbin' my dick in her mouth 20-somethin' K when I crack me a smile, my grandma say, "Boy, you no longer a child" C'mon, hit from the back, smack her booty, call me Trump, grab her coochie (coochie) Dr. Miami did her boobies, thick as a Bible, hallelujah ('lujah) Sluttin' her out, know how I do it, pussy be drippin' like car fluid (car fluid) That ain't my bitch, tell her she blew it, I got that big head on a ho like Stewie (like Stewie) If he get close, then I'm backin' him up, paid my sins for a min', now I don't give a fuck (brrt) Took me a loss, now they addin' me up, you had counted me out, man, just keep it a buck Straight on a nigga, not dappin' you up, if you reach for my hand, then we packin' you up (brrt) I got a feelin', if I know it's somethin', you settin' me up, then we sendin' you up (brrt) C'mon, reach for my chain, do what master used to do in them days Whip 'em, flip 'em, air lift 'em, 'migo get 'em, Skippa Da Flippa Shakin' him down, that boy a stripper (stripper), this is the life of a Grape Street Cripper Keep on yo' pants, give me them grippers (grip, grip, grip) If she suck dick good, I gotta tip her, she call me baba (baba) She grippin' the sheets while I'm grippin' the chopper (c'mon) Ain't trustin' no thot-thot (thot-thot), yeah, know she a opp, but her pussy aqua (c'mon) If she send the drop, wait 'til they pop up, and then they get shot up (brrt) Yeah, I know the plot (plot), but plot twist, I'ma shoot 'til it lock up (brrt) Still tippin', water whippin', dash digit, go 250 Hm, talkin' down on me, tell them boys, "Get up with me" They havin' secret smoke, bring it to light, niggas just said Yeah, two C-Grape, I'm like Lil Baby (c'mon) C-Grape to me like Ced, damn, they thought I lost it (I lost) Them boys ranned off with my style, had to get a whole 'nother wave, now I'm back on it Them boys pissed in the toilet, hmm, they ain't really even on shit Same nigga said I wasn't this and that, I headshotted his homie (brrt) Baow, another one, baow, another one, baow, I ain't know he was dead, but God did My lil' nigga 15, he'll lay on yo' house, I call him the spot kid (spot kid) I wanna get active, hmm, tired of speakin' on the work that I put in So spin, spin, sp-, c'mon, spin, 'pin, spin, spin Third gen, FN, evil twin, sin, sin, Perc' 10 with the fin Hah-ooh, blow like wind, Ben 10, I changed, man Fin, fin, fin, fin, thought I was done, but I did it again (brrt)
Writer(s): Michael A. Jones, Salih Williams, Stayve Thomas, Paul Michael Slayton, Dameon Sean Hughes, Bryson Lashun Potts, Xavier Alexander Barrios, Ashilee Elizabeth Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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