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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
Rision
Rision
Programming
Dulio
Dulio
Programming
Acex8
Acex8
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Jurado
Robert Jurado
Songwriter
Abdul Moiz
Abdul Moiz
Songwriter
Jochem Van Bliijkshof
Jochem Van Bliijkshof
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rision
Rision
Producer
Dulio
Dulio
Producer
Acex8
Acex8
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Engineer

Testi

Yeah, all of my brothers is rich and rockin' that Chrome Hearts Yeah, all of my thots they love me, they bang my phone Six shots, dead I been on pills all day, M.I.A I pull up, we turn up a notch, we turning it sick Ride 'round that bitch with a, yeah, blick Took me the ecstasy, I'm high, can't even see And this chain so heavy, I'ma die, Glock sit on my hip (say) I'm driving around the city, and I pull to the VIP It be your own city that'll kill you, like R.I.P. Nip I went and been spent like a fire, I bought me the ship Yeah, I'm chillin' up at the Ritz, so that they call me Chip Pour a Four up in my soda just so I could dip Walk inside the building, posted on my hip I told you to back away, I don't need none of your help My wrist livin' underwater, might as well call this kelp Six shots, dead I been on pills all day, M.I.A Like a Trump man, could bleed your head Every last one of my bitches love on me (I know that you do) And I hate to say it, but I'm horny And I need you to lick on all of me (baby) I went and put my wrist on no degree (yeah) I went and put my rich on with no degrees (what?) Bitch, I died and didn't go to Heaven All my pockets really filled up with some knots, yeah, bitch, they really breaded Any time I ever told you I was talkin' shit, better know I really meant it I can't even waste my time with a broke bitch, nah, she can't spend a penny Got a lot of Percs, it ain't hard to pen it, yeah (yeah) Got a lot of Percs, got a lot depending on me (what?) I just left the Earth, and they told me landed on me (landed on me now, baby) I just told her pull up, come and break it down on me How the hell you pull up, then go turn around on me? Yeah, all of my brothers is rich and rockin' that Chrome Hearts Yeah, all of my thots they love me, they bang my phone Six shots, dead I been on pills all day, MIA I pull up, we turn up a notch, we turning it sick Ride 'round that bitch with a, yeah, blick Took me the ecstasy, I'm high, can't even see And this chain so heavy, I'ma die, Glock sit on my hip (say) I'm driving around the city, and I pull to the VIP It be your own city that'll kill you, like R.I.P. Nip I went and been spent like a fire, I bought me the ship Yeah, I'm chillin' up at the Ritz, so that they call me Chip Pour a Four up in my soda just so I could dip Walk inside the building, posted on my hip I told you to back away, I don't need none of your help My wrist livin' underwater, might as well call this kelp Six shots, dead I been on pills all day, M.I.A Like a Trump man, could bleed your head Every last one of my bitches love on me (I know that you do) And I hate to say it, but I'm horny And I need you to lick on all of me (baby)
Writer(s): Noah Smith, Abdul Moiz, Robert Jurado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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