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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
Flansie
Flansie
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tuheij Maruwanaya
Tuheij Maruwanaya
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flansie
Flansie
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Engineer

Letra

(Yeah, yeah-uh) (Yeah, yeah, yuh) (Yeah, yeah, yuh) (I pulled up inside of the Tonka, this bitch not a Chevy) I pulled up inside of the Lamb', this bitch got machetes (shh, yeah) No, I ain't fuckin' your friend, but I did it already (phew, ack) I ain't fuckin' with none of these pussies These pussies not ready (no way) Yeah, just got off the phone with Uzi He told me it's ready (my twizz) Yeah, chopping the top off the car, man, it chop like spaghetti (skrr) Yeah, every time I'm in the pussy That bitch like the wettest (no cap) Bitch, I just be on these drugs, I feel like I'm dead (I'm dead) Ran it up, I touched an M, I told them I'm ready (buh, buh, buh) Bitch, I went touched me an M, so how can I lose? (Ha, how?) Nah, I ain't rockin' with flukes Yeah, don't rock with no crews (Luh crew) Get the hell up out your seat And jump out the juice (Luh drank, Luh drank) Bitch, I ain't pickin' no side, no, I don't ever lose (no choosing) Ha, sideways off this dranky (phew) Riding in the whip, I told my mama that I'm cranky (woo) Took another perky, bitch, I'm cranky like I'm janky (woo, luh jank) Woke up on the Lamb' I took a crushed up Perc', a kranky (yeah, a crank) I don't be sniffin' shit, but I'm gon' always keep the hanky (yeah, a hank) Walk inside the building, put my pinky ring on tankie (yeah, a tank) I'm flashin' all my jewelry You fuckin' on some skankies (yeah, a skank) I got yo lil' mama wanna text me, said "Come spank me" (yeah, ha) I pulled up, bust a nut, and then she thank me (yeah-uh, ha) Matter of fact, she ain't been sippin' on nut She just been drankin' me (yeah-uh, ha) Y'all boys really be pussy Cap on cap like gun got a blank in it (oou-ouu, ouu-hoo) Used to be shipping the Za' I'ma send this shit out like wrapping a blankety (yeah, hoo) Told you to leave me 'lone (woo) Why you call my phone? I'm home alone, don't, I'm in my zone (zone, woo) Making all these hits, I made a GRAMMY on my own (woo) Calling up my mama, told her we made it, fuck these phonies (woo) (Yeah, yeah-uh) (Yeah, yeah, yuh) (Yeah, yeah, yuh) (I pulled up inside of the Tonka, this bitch not a Chevy) I pulled up inside of the Lamb', this bitch got machetes (shh, yeah) No, I ain't fuckin' your friend, but I did it already (phew, ack) I ain't fuckin' with none of these pussies These pussies not ready (no way) Yeah, just got off the phone with Uzi he told me it's ready (my twizz) Yeah, chopping the top off the car, man, it chop like spaghetti (skrr) Yeah, every time I'm in the pussy That bitch like the wettest (no cap) Bitch, I just be on these drugs, I feel like I'm dead (I'm dead) Ran it up, I touched an M I told them I'm ready (yeah, bitch I'm up on it) (Yeah) (Yeah, ha) (Luh drank, luh drank)
Writer(s): Divjot Abhol, Yeat Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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