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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Rap
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Joseph Steele
Joseph Steele
Songwriter
Jonathan Holder
Jonathan Holder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
10:40
Producer
King Wizard
King Wizard
Producer
Carlos Bedoya
Carlos Bedoya
Recording Engineer
Daniel Escobar
Daniel Escobar
Recording Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Uh, uh In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift Club action-packed all night Jayson Tatum, what I ball like I be pimpin', got a lot of bad bitches, Mike Vick, start a dog fight Got a smart mouth but her jaw's nice Neck on freeze, all ice We been stackin' bands to a tall height Live a 100K at the mall life, uh Fuck it off again, Las Vegas, MGM, uh Bad bitch, shoot my shot just like I'm playin' in the gym She showed all her friends what I say in her DMs Drippin' all this water, can my haters even swim? In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift Sellin' iCarly I'm unstoppable, niggas can't guard me Go up top, I'm too rich to be arguin' I been chillin', I hope you ain't thinkin' I lost it I gave her salaries, I'm on that boss shit I don't play no ball, but you play, we gon' cross you She wanna fuck with the kid 'cause I'm saucy If you wanna ride with, you know what it's gon' cost you I do what I want to when I'm ready SF90, this bitch litty I'm confident, bet whatever they bettin' I 'on't play games, I'm not that petty Full-court press, I'm not gon' let up I don't care, I guess I'm fed up I'm doin' good but could be better I 'on't talk much, but I ain't gon' shut up (yeah) In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift Always on it, why the fuck would I waste time? If I get a shot, I'ma take mine Watch me score like LeBron up the baseline They left me in the dark like I can't shine From the rain, now it's Rolls-Royce umbrellas Velveeta, that boy got dumb cheddar I'm just chasin' paper, ain't know nothin' else I ain't losin' sleep 'bout a bitch, no, I won't stress her Leave a hoe then I move onto somethin' better Catch her peepin' the drip, I'ma jump better Mike Amiri and new Saint Laurent sweater And I always pop out with my young steppers They on go, all he need is one gesture Keep on gassin' him up 'til that pump wet him Niggas diss on the gang and they touch stretchers Torch his top, turn his homies to pallbearers In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Jonathan Holder, Joseph Steele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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