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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Chosen 1
Chosen 1
Programming
Doc Playboi
Doc Playboi
Programming
TP808
TP808
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Tiquan Pryor
Tiquan Pryor
Songwriter
Elijah Gull
Elijah Gull
Songwriter
Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich
Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chosen 1
Chosen 1
Producer
Doc Playboi
Doc Playboi
Producer
TP808
TP808
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer

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Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah Yeah, I don't know you nigga, you don't know me, I'm from OT Whenever I'm around, it's like the corner store sell more teas As my reputation proceed, it seem like more bleed If I had one wish, I turn my problems into codeine Eight bands, thank God, amen, finesse for four-piece Times a hunnid, nigga, I'm getting money, that's on a humble Straight from mumble, niggas ain't talking numbers, a real boss Call me when it's bought, I hate to talk to runners, close ya mouth If you get caught, your silence don't costs you nothing I had nothing, straight from out the struggle I'm talking bread and butter, Red's brother First one to love me when I knew they ain't love me Red dumping, know I'ma follow up, ain't no damn running Handcuff me, ain't no cooperating, ain't saying nothing Saying something, I gotta gun for a nigga to stand under Yeah, a round applause He turned a man a hunnid grand, he finally dropped his balls Should I feel wrong, they said, "I came up off Fentanyl" I asked the streets and they said, "Gee, you tripping, hell nah" We all tryna ball, we all tryna win And if I had another chance, I'll probably win again God, if I'm wrong, so bless your dawgm I'm finna sin again And if I get another chance, I'm tryna win again I'll do this shit again Yeah, swishes on the glizzies said "Let 'em post a pic like, yeah, we missed and we gon' spin again" This a special come up 'cause conditions that I did it in Juror tryna lock a killer in, wish death on many men Any man that said, "They want me dead" I'll put a missle in If my beef had chicken, still will bite it off the grissle then Judge had told us wasn't no witnesses so he dismissing it Really rich, damn near million in just off silly shit I'm feeling it, soon as I feel it hit, it boost my adrenaline Finish him, fuck all of that Instagram and Twitter-ing I been in it, wasn't no way out, fuck it, so I'm still in it The vicious is whoever did this shit, I got the city lit Island boss, the biggest fish Yeah, a round applause He turned a man a hunnid grand, he finally dropped his balls Should I feel wrong, they said, "I came up off Fentanyl" I asked the streets, and they said, "Gee, you tripping, hell nah" We all tryna ball, we all tryna win And if I had another chance, I'll probably win again God, if I'm wrong, so bless your dawg, I'm finna sin again And if I get another chance, I'm tryna win again I'll do this shit again
Writer(s): Elijah Gull, Tiquan Pryor, George A. Stone Iii, Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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