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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Wainwright
Cole Wainwright
Composer
Ramiro Morales
Ramiro Morales
Composer
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Composer
Alessandro Raffaelli
Alessandro Raffaelli
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Producer
Oh Ross
Oh Ross
Producer
RamyOnTheBeat
RamyOnTheBeat
Producer
Luc Charlier
Luc Charlier
Producer
Maxwell Scott
Maxwell Scott
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

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[Chorus]
Aye, I'm gettin' it
Big ass Balenciaga on me, look like I can't fit it
I don't sip lean with my dogs 'cause one day I might need a kidney
I just put a bitch on pause 'cause she was gettin' too deep in her feelings
[Verse 1]
What's-his-name, shootin' like Cole Bennett
I just told lil' mama to bend it
Can't give you my heart or lend it
I'm a killer, can't tell by my image
All that broke shit, ****, fix it
Aye, my **** go and make somethin' happen
If you got kids, then make 'em happy
Run it up and start relaxin'
I cut bitches off the fastest
I'm talkin' 'bout outta here
Sour touch fill my bottom grill
I'm givin' out shots, no bottle girl
**** sneak dissin' but I don't care
Excuse my French, I don't care
Glizzock make 'em stop and stare
I like when bitches come in pairs, yeah
[Verse 2]
She want me to herself, she want me to stop bein' P
That's like tellin' me "Stop hustlin'," baby, I'm just bein' me
I been runnin' my money up, fucked around and sprained my knee
You know I never gave a fuck, CBK and GBG
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm gettin' it
Big ass Balenciaga on me, look like I can't fit it
I don't sip lean with my dogs 'cause one day I might need a kidney
I just put a bitch on pause 'cause she was gettin' too deep in her feelings
[Verse 3]
This heart of mine, I can't give it
A piece of mine what I want, though
Every time I turn around, **** want smoke
****, you will get dropped by John Doe
My closet look like a gun store
My closet lookin' like Saks Fifth
You play with Glizzock and get airlift
Yeah, get your bitch ass outta here
[Verse 4]
Aye, I ain't gon' stop till they all gone
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, shit, you might just hear the dial tone
**** talkin' 'bout they slidin', boy, you need to slide home
I ain't even hit that bitch yet and her mind gone
Mr. Glock got all types of hoes in different time zones
If you came from nothin', young ****, get your grind on
Yeah, get your shine on, yeah, ****, flex up
We just keep uppin' the score, it's hard for opps to catch up
I might get offended, please don't tell me that I'm next up
Came in the game poppin' shit and kept on runnin' that check up
[Chorus]
Aye, I'm gettin' it
Big ass Balenciaga on me, look like I can't fit it
I don't sip lean with my dogs 'cause one day I might need a kidney
I just put a bitch on pause 'cause she was gettin' too deep in her feelings
Bitch
Written by: Cole Wainwright, Ramiro Morales, Tom Levesque, Alessandro Raffaelli, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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