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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Robert Mandell
Robert Mandell
Songwriter
Rodriguez Woods
Rodriguez Woods
Songwriter
Samuel Jimenez
Samuel Jimenez
Songwriter
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
G Koop
G Koop
Producer
Kollision
Kollision
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Smash David
Smash David
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Songteksten

I'm creepin' through, I don't do no molly, I'm on a fuckin' Perky I'm tryna stack a few more bodies for my fuckin' birthday All I want for my birthday is a few more bodies I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep I'm booted up, I got a heart full of bands Grimy nigga with my ass on my sleeve Tryna bust this money down with my team I can't shoot a nigga tonight 'cause I'm too clean My nigga, he hangin' up out the window, what the fuck you mean? I feel like I'm sleepwalkin' right now, I'm livin' a dream And the way this beat knockin' right now, I feel supreme This CK got my jaw lockin' right now, I'm grindin' my teeth I'm slidin' with that Draco, hope a nigga test my gangster I been everywhere when everywhere they say I can't come Slidin' with that Draco, hope a nigga test my gangster I been everywhere when everywhere they say I can't come I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep Security stopped me at the door, said, "You can't get in with that strap" Strip a pussy nigga naked, make it shake, make it clap Niggas hidin' from the streets, he think he safe 'cause he rap I keep switchin' up my number just in case it get tapped I be posted on the corner like a hobo I can't trust you niggas, somewhere ridin' solo I be chasin' after paper like a fiend Say, if we beefin', why you tryna make a scene? Y'all on the 'Gram, y'all niggas squares, y'all goin' fed, y'all droppin' tracks Them niggas scared, they tuckin' they tail, they tryna live, they don't wanna get whacked I'm creepin' through, I don't do no molly, I'm on a fuckin' Perky I'm tryna stack a few more bodies for my fuckin' birthday I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep
Writer(s): Carlton Mays, Robert Mandell, Joshua Isaih Parker, Samuel David Jiminez, Bill Kapri, Rodriguez Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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