क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Golde London
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Morrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sammy Sosa
Producer
Mattonthetrack
Producer
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[Verse 1]
Uh, he wanna fuck with a thumb in it (Uh)
Uh, BBL status, you know who the baddest, I told him to chill, put a tongue in it (Ha)
I got some killers who rockin' and rollin' like they in a band with a drum in it (Ah)
Bitches ain't shit in the game in the 6, I be killin' 'em all, havin' fun with it (Fun with it)
Bitches be clonin' and jockin' my style
Bitches be clonin' and jockin' my style
Bitch, you ain't know I'm the hottest in town?
Cookie the bomb and don't get around
I be too busy, I'm hittin' my goals
Rollie the wrist, put it in gold (Skrrt)
Book me a flight and I'm ready to go
Send me a pack and I'll tear up the show (The show)
Uh, yeah, I'm at 'em way liver than 3D (3D)
These rappers be faker than TV (TV)
I'm touchin' paper like workin' at TD (TD)
Uh, yeah, these haters could never defeat me
These rappers could never come see me
I make it look good and make it sound easy (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus]
I'm iller than ill and they know it, I'm killin' the game and they know it
Makin' a bag, makin' a bang, them haters be fake and I know it (Ah)
Drippin', I'm pretty, they know it, move like a boss and they know it (Ah)
I'm runnin' it up, double it up, you **** be broke and I know it (Ah)
I'm iller than ill and they know it, I'm killin' the game and they know it
Makin' a bag, makin' a bang, them haters be fake and I know it (Ah)
Drippin', I'm pretty, they know it, move like a boss and they know it (Ah)
I'm runnin' it up, double it up, you **** be broke and I know it (Ah)
[Verse 2]
My neck and my wrist, it be glowin', you bitches be fuckin' and hoein'
I be too busy, I'm makin' a bag, playin' with bucks like I'm Giannis (I'm Giannis)
The top of the spot that I'm goin' (Goin'), hop in a foreign, I'm flowin' (Flowin')
Look at the swag, look at the drip, everything new, it annoying
Spot cleaner than a Bnb, money pile high like the CNT (Woo)
'Bout to blow like a pipe bomb, in a Mack Truck on the Q and EW
Yeah, don't be surprised I don't fuck with you (Nah)
Hatin' hoes in the same clothes for like ten days like a dutty yute, dutty yute
Fashion killer when I duppy down (Duppy down)
Ridin' 'round with a Reggie Miller to my right side in another Benz, I'm ('Nother Benz)
[Bridge]
Iller than ill and they know it, I'm fuckin' shit up and they know it (Ah)
Claimin' that he be a boss, gettin' it in, then he gotta show it (Period)
[Chorus]
I'm iller than ill and they know it, I'm killin' the game and they know it
Makin' a bag, makin' a bang, them haters be fake and I know it (Ah)
Drippin', I'm pretty, they know it, move like a boss and they know it (Ah)
I'm runnin' it up, double it up, you **** be broke and I know it (Ah)
I'm iller than ill and they know it, I'm killin' the game and they know it
Makin' a bag, makin' a bang, them haters be fake and I know it (Ah)
Drippin', I'm pretty, they know it, move like a boss and they know it (Ah)
I'm runnin' it up, double it up, you **** be broke and I know it (Ah)
Written by: S. Morrison

