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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Skies
Lil Skies
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Sturdivant
Ben Sturdivant
Songwriter
Kimetrius Foose
Kimetrius Foose
Songwriter
Leon Krol
Leon Krol
Songwriter
Marios Stefan Petersen
Marios Stefan Petersen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Based 1
Based 1
Producer
LNK
LNK
Producer
Mario Petersen
Mario Petersen
Producer
Nicco Catalano
Nicco Catalano
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Based1 got them bands, ho They said I got next, nigga But I got now, ayy They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares Something that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares, Something that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down My whip is like a spaceship, it's like ten feet off the ground The plug don't speak no English, all he do is give me pounds I'ma grab the chopper to let off a couple rounds Nigga think he ready 'til he see what we about You can miss me with that weak shit Ain't no talkin', ho, let's get right to it Nigga thought I was a bitch and wasn't living all of my music Get the bag and just ran through it I don't care, I truly do this Try to feel me like I'm Truman Pay attention, I ain't stupid We a long way from home, we still goin' up Shorty came in with her man And she still tryna fuck Like I don't care, I cop a foreign like a Ford truck Still never sober, smokin' clover, come and try my luck Never know why they hating Tryna get the best of me In the 'yo cookin' with a master recipe Leave me with the rock And I'm scoring from the three Overseas, smoking weed, I can't feel a thing They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares Something that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares, Something that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down
Writer(s): Leon Krol, Mario Petersen, Kimetrius Foose, Benjamin A. Sturdivant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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