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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Marco Salazar
Marco Salazar
Songwriter
Florian Thi Nguyen Van
Florian Thi Nguyen Van
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marzlazar
Marzlazar
Producer
VVS Melody
VVS Melody
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Recording Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

VVS Melody Oh yeah, this came from Marz Nigga, oh, nigga, oh woah Ain't got time for a bitch, riding for good Proud of this shit Say what you want about me but I ain't going like a bitch I done took my lick Make 'em suffer every chance I get And they wonder why I ain't say nothing And when they man's got hit, they'll spend all them bands on attempts I know them fuck niggas sick Heard he crashed the whole whip, that's what the fuck nigga get Bitch, I been grinding my whole life, it ain't no luck in this shit Ain't with the cuffing, we fucking or nothing, lil' bitch I don't trust, leave Chevy outside with the stick I rap about all these purple hearts We surviving this shit They ain't built like us, that's why they dying and shit You sell them young niggas dreams, why you lying to them jits? I put my lil' brothers on flights, I got 'em flying and shit I could have all the money in the world, still won't have time for a bitch See, they gon' make a RIP post, act like they crying to forget They got my dance on TikTok, my sister proud of that shit I get a thrill off of that, come to me smiling and shit Racks in my sweatpants, don't need a stylist, you bitch Only time them youngins miss shit if a child in their with you Probably in the city with a TEC, they playing foul on a nigga His dawg name in black and white, he turned cow on this nigga A nigga I loved went on a drill, I had to drop him off I don't know why, just from how he move, I know he kinda soft 20/20 Perky heads, I sold him tylenol Bro'nem fighting for they life, they had to find the law I'm a hundred thousand cash in penitentiary Sentenced at 16, that nigga doing a century Brrt if you mention me And we on everybody ass and we ain't known for showing sympathy I be thinking 'bout my dawg, that shit be getting me Back door be wide open the vibes nigga giving me Niggas that we treated like hoes thinking 'bout killing me Niggas leave they brothers and trick the hoes, shit be killing me I could have all the money in the world, still won't have time for a bitch See, they gon' make a RIP post, act like they crying to forget They got my dance on TikTok, my sister proud of that shit I get a thrill off of that, come to me smiling and shit Racks in my sweatpants, don't need a stylist, you bitch Only time them youngins miss shit if a child in there with you Probably in the city with a TEC, they playing foul on a nigga His dawg name in black and white, he turned cow on this nigga See, they gon' make a RIP post, act like they crying to forget My sister proud of that shit I get a thrill off of that, come to me smiling and shit Only time them youngins miss shit if a child in there with you Put his dawg name in black and white, he turned cow on this nigga
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Janarious Wheeler, Marco Salazar, Florian Thi Nguyen Van Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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