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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YBN Nahmir
YBN Nahmir
Vocals
Almighty Jay
Almighty Jay
Vocals
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chico Buarque
Chico Buarque
Songwriter
Courtland C Harvell
Courtland C Harvell
Songwriter
Jay Bradley
Jay Bradley
Songwriter
Nicholas Simmons
Nicholas Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Koen Heldens
Koen Heldens
Mixing Engineer
Hoodzone
Hoodzone
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy bruh, GPS sayin' 5min away It's cool, it's good, pull up Alright, bet We ridin' Porsches in the rain That lemon in my cup and I got ice up on my chain They started skatin' on me since a youngin' got the fame But I be stackin' paper, I be stayin' in my lane We ridin' Porsches in the rain That lemon in my cup and I got ice up on my chain They started skatin' on me since a youngin' got the fame But I be stackin' paper, I be stayin' in my lane I talk to bro before I sleep at night Before I sleep at night, he always told me grab the pipe I heard it's money on my head, can't let them take my life I keep a Glock up in the Porsche 'cause I ain't living right It's two 40's on my hip and please don't make me flash I trade the Audi for the Porsche 'cause it be goin' fast It's YBN, bitch you know we all about the cash If rappin' stop then you know we bringin' out the mash It's 2 AM, with the poles, me and gang slide Me and gang extortin' niggas, watch them niggas cry I don't really play with niggas, play with me you die Niggas sayin' that it's funk but they apologize Steel plate, 50's and them K's, I let it spray Think I'm playin', pumpin' in the club, they gon' spray the mace Free Lil' Grim, we was on the block 'fore he caught a case A nigga copped a Benz but I'm bringin' out the Porsche today We ridin' Porsches in the rain That lemon in my cup and I got ice up on my chain They started skatin' on me since a youngin' got the fame But I be stackin' paper, I be stayin' in my lane We ridin' Porsches in the rain That lemon in my cup and I got ice up on my chain They started skatin' on me since a youngin' got the fame But I be stackin' paper, I be stayin' in my lane Ooh Drop-top, two bitches in the studio gon' give top New watch bust down, the AP, not the G-Shock Bitch, I'm a pimp like Pinky Wrist on water Fiji Ooh, that bitch actin' bougie But she still wear Bebe Ooh, pull up and shop (shop) Robbed the plug, spend a bag on a watch (watch) That bitch a thot (bitch!) She started choosin', walkin' round with the knots (walkin' round with a Glock) Yeah, Gucci sandals (sandals) I fucked your bitch in flip-flops (flip-flops) My bitches bad, your bitch not Kicked the bitch out, told her "Kick rocks!" (stupid bitch!) We ridin' Porsches in the rain That lemon in my cup and I got ice up on my chain They started skatin' on me since a youngin' got the fame But I be stackin' paper, I be stayin' in my lane We ridin' Porsches in the rain That lemon in my cup and I got ice up on my chain They started skatin' on me since a youngin' got the fame But I be stackin' paper, I be stayin' in my lane
Writer(s): Courtland Collins Harvell, Jay Bradley, Nick Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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