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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Bangin' out the motherfuckin' back door Yeah, you sippin' but you not sippin' Act' though (facts) Double Cs on my feet, gangbangin' Bs (gang) Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Viet-nese (ha) Crew of bitches poppin' Percs, Es and triple Cs (pop) Off top, give me top 'cause you just a sleaze (slurp) She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga, please" (hah) Touch my riches, you'll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (doot-doot-doot, grrt) I've been flexin' for a while now (whoo, whoo) Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah And this clip got 12 left like a dial now (pew-pew-pew) If I get robbed, 911 who I don't dial, nah (grrt) Yeah, rap niggas tryna steal my style (ha, huh) Stackin' shit, call me Yachty Rothschild Bet it like a game of poker Poker face, Code Lyoko (Lil Boat) These niggas po-po Benz sit on twenty-four-fours (skrrt) That shit go skrr-skrrt She eat nut like a burger She said it's sweet (ha) She said it's sweet just like nectar (yeah) I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (brrt) Huh, ayy, these niggas got me hot (whoa) Dumb bitch, don't you ever dare pop up at my spot (no) Talkin' 'bout you mad That's some shots at your dad I ain't here to conversate if it ain't 'bout a dollar (cha-ching) Number nine on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang) I done gave so much knowledge I done turned to a father (goddamn) And my brother from the South on the run, he's a robber (yeah) Kickin' doors, bangin' hoes, had to stay ten-toes (whoo) In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin' on ten hoes (whoo) Ayy, fuck with me (yeah) I'm rich as hell, your bitch love on me (gang) You don't have to like me, just don't talk, just don't fuck with me (fuck it) Ayy, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah) Is there smoke, pussy boy? Please be specific (for real) And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific Had to get a new account, numbers look terrific (ha) And yeah (gang) You can count me in (mhm, yeah) Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in (mhm, okay) Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (mhm) Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrrt, hah) Yeah (mhm, gang) You can count me in (mhm) And yeah, you can count me in (mhm, yeah) Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in (mhm, okay) Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (yeah) Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrrt-skrrt) Yeah (gang) You can count me in (whoo)
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Jordan Timothy Jenks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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