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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cooper Mckleroy
Songwriter
Testi
Yeah, yeah
Oh my, oh my, oh my (3,2,1)
They must be tripping for real (Yeah)
Huh?
How you gone talk if you don’t know me? (What?)
Talkin all the cap, like this smoke ain't free
They must be tripping for real
Vooted up
Vooted, vooted up
Vooted up
Vooted, vooted up
Yeah, I’m blowing up like osama
I'm really your problem I'm really all it
You make a hit but it really a miss
Then it disintegrate into the mist
Huh, futuristic, you finna miss this
Hit him with a stick and he go, goes, ghost
That’s how it goes (vooted up)
You already know we
Vooted up, bro, your time is up
‘Cause we vooted, vooted, vooted up
Do y’all understand what you need to be
Y’all needa be Vooted up
They must be tripping for real (Yeah)
Huh?
How you gone talk if you don’t know me? (What?)
Talkin all cap, like this smoke ain't free
They must be tripping for real
Vooted up
Vooted, vooted up
Vooted up
Vooted, vooted up
Written by: Cooper Mckleroy