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PERFORMING ARTISTS
03 Greedo
03 Greedo
Vocals
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Programming
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Judge Beats
Judge Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Blume
Kenneth Blume
Songwriter
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
Paul Schuele Judge
Paul Schuele Judge
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Jason Jackson
Jason Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
Judge Beats
Judge Beats
Producer

Letra

I'ma pull up in a Benz, ayy, ayy (Three) Unlimited (Bitch), strategic (All day) Whoa Kenny (Ayy) Gucci shoes with the pimped out Gucci Suit (Sippin' champagne in the Gucci store) I got tartan, but I can't pay my rent I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my legs I might pull up in a Benz (Yeah) Love my dogs like Ra-ro, all them tips is hollow Bulletproof SUV, it's a mothafuckin' Tahoe Need my money fast, real fast, like pronto Sippin' on that pink, smooth grain, like Wanda and Cosmo I bounce out with a stick The way you bounce that ass make a nigga cum quick She fuckin' on my jewels, she fuckin' all the jits All my lil' homies, they done been fucked your bitch Trickin' on that hoe, you payin' on the rent Beamer and the She act like she in love, but that ho, she pretend, ayy Gucci shoes with the pimped out Gucci Suit (Sippin' champagne in the Gucci store) I got tartan, but I can't pay my rent I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my legs I might pull up in a Benz (Yeah) Watch me pull up in that, baby Told 'em haters this way payback You was hatin', I don't play that Keep a chopper, I'ma spray that This a AR, I don't keep a K, man Ooh, I was stunting' like a caveman Got the Grizzley bear, niggas actin' weird I'm a real street nigga, love is all I fear Fuckin' with my peers, ooh, ooh, ooh I sip lean, I do not fuck with beers Ooh, ooh-ooh Tats on my face and I don't go no tattoo tears Still a killer nigga, ain't no realer nigga I feel like Boosie on that thriller, nigga Michael Jackson, I'ma thriller nigga I'ma snort a case and heal a nigga Gucci shoes with the pimped out Gucci Suit (Sippin' champagne in the Gucci store) I got tartan, but I can't pay my rent I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my legs I might pull up in a Benz (Yeah) I'ma pull up in Benz Watch me pull up in a Benz I'ma pull up in Benz, I'ma pull up in Benz I'ma pull up in Benz Watch me pull up in a Benz Gucci, not my lin' Feel like baby, and I'm slim That shit hard, I like it
Writer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams, Paul Schuele Judge, Jason Jackson, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Alejandro Carranza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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