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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yus Gz
Yus Gz
Vocals
Akon
Akon
Vocals
Nesty Floxks
Nesty Floxks
Vocals
Sha Gzz
Sha Gzz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Youssouf Doumbouya
Youssouf Doumbouya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elias Beats
Elias Beats
Producer
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​​thatboijosh
Producer

Letra

(Hey ladies, drop it down, just wanna see you touch the ground) (Baow, baow) Don't be shy girl go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer) (Every opp shot) Hey Josh, you crazy (Hey ladies drop it down, just wanna see you touch the ground) (Grrah-grrah, 300K) (Don't be shy, girl go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer) (Grrah, grrah, baow, baow) Like, nah okay, they can link with the Flockas African boy tryna catch me a Rasta Sheemy got ripped, ain't do shit, he a hopper Like boy, that boy be on dick, he a copper Pop out at dark, I see 300, flock 'em Berry got hit and he (touch the ground) Like free Squeeze, Mr. Hop Out and Pop Ain't no hangin' out windows, we gon' hop out and flock 'em Like, on a revel or a Lyft Brodie gon' flick on the beam with a switch Like, fuck crips, no, they never on shit Charlie did bad, he went out on the strip They don't do shit, and did bad on a hit 5th to the Sev, all that shit to my dick JB should've ran like Rick Chase you a bitch, you just runnin' your lips Big 43K, watch how he spliff Spin through the 6, I'm like there go the Rip's Charlie, Zay, Nazzy, Chris Can't forget about shh, he got beat with a stick Free Thunder Bklu, how the fuck did you trip? Bobby you a bitch and he (touch the ground) If I was you bitch, I would've been sick Get too close, that's on bro, I'ma click Ooter go coo' I know brodie gon' blitz Come out the crib and he (touch the ground) Like with the deuce, get to throwin' like Wick Bro caught a opp, got 'em ducking like Rip Like don't run, don't trip Big 25th, got a kick Spot a Flocka, I bet he dismissed Watching the Trend, better get off my dick Spin through the Mitch like, throw 6 15 in the clip throw 8 in that bitch Try to what? I'm the one on the list New chop got a kick, throw 3 at the whip Scottie2Hottie will slide with the stick If she keep twistin', knocker got a kick Spin through the Mitch, I'm like, there go that bitch If she see Winter, knock her out the kicks Move on a bitch, anybody get hit If he 280 Crip then he (touch the ground) I don't got opps, all these niggas dismissed Dougie got shot, like, I know he was sick 8 pack's in the air, so stop it To the opps, who droppin' not it Me and Melly G tryna see who's about it He was talkin' on Rah so I shot it Like bro it's the Makks, so I copped me a rocket Can't stop for no cops I ain't droppin' it On the Sev, yeah I'm flockin' it Shawty ain't drop for no pole, she moppin' it Fuck with my T's, but 300K we ain't squashing it Two deep, me and Sha, we poppin' shit Bro came home free Wunna he takin' it Bad lil' bitch light skin and she shakin' it He got shot in his leg, tryna fake it Oh well, free Jay Spot If he catch him a opp on his house, he's breaking shit Fuck Lil Naz, got hit in his brains and shit He dead, smoke Berry, they fled, in a hurry Bitch I'm a demon, shootin' like I'm Curry Going 100 miles feeling sturdy Big Die Rey, I ain't showing no mercy Diddy got flocked (touch the ground) Pop me a Yellow, that's perky Pour me a 8 of the wock, that's dirty uh Oh, he tried to talk on my block Ask him what we do when we bend on the Flocks If he trip, he get shot, EBK, EBS, bitch we on hots If it's lit, we got knocks You know when he dead when his whole body drop We take trips, to the opps Fuck EK, we still smokin' his pops Oh he tryna act tough, like he won't get packed up With the Whoopty, he screaming out, hats up Rippy got killed he was lookin' for back up Fuck a party that shit gettin' clapped up Fuck a lil' tiny, tell her throw her ass up Ain't no recognition when I'm masked up Bitch I'm with Nesty, throwin' like the Packers Like, nah okay, they can link with the Flockas African boy tryna catch me a Rasta Sheemy got ripped, ain't do shit, he a hopper Like boy, that boy be on dick, he a copper Pop out at dark, I see 300, flock 'em Berry got hit and he (touch the ground) Like free Squeeze, Mr. Hop Out and Pop Ain't no hangin' out windows, we gon' hop out and flock 'em
Writer(s): Nesty Gzz, Elias Hensel Dominguez, Youssef Doumbouya, Shaheem Knott, Joshua Guerrier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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