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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Costley Jr
Anthony Costley Jr
Songwriter
June James
June James
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AJ Costly
AJ Costly
Producer
June the Genius
June the Genius
Producer

Lyrics

June, you're a genius Ayy I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga Hey, gang slide, gang slide, that's what I was doing last year A lot of people say I'm being humble, nigga, this the last year Got so many bands, I'm the cashier, hey A nigga retired the hats, bitch I can't do no cappin' here And I gotta keep the rachet with me Take his knee, got 'em callin' Kaepernick Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the bitches Migos throw me the pussy I'm dabbin' in it I'm a crip nigga but I got to fuck my slimes, hmm, hmm, hey Nike headband, got the check right 'round my mind, hmm, hmm I just can't fuck with these fuck niggas Sniper look like a goose, I can't duck niggas I lay down on the pillow with plus three Talking 'bout how they all wanna fuck a nigga I ain't no likkle nigga, and I ain't no bitch nigga My text is a six figures, but I drop that on my whip nigga I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga I be like "Fuck that nigga he ain't talkin' no money" If it ain't got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don't love it Look at my cup it's double Doin' donuts in public And codeine one hell of a drug Sometimes a nigga gotta gun, it's safer Bought a new coupe Ford, I know my baby love it Stirrin' the pot like a nigga makin' butter Holy water just to flip the face up Natural bitches, I'm like "Fuck make up" Love my bitches wearing Marc Jacobs She poppin' it, I gotta smash She trippin' I got her a bag I'm crippin' Chanel on the reg' I ain't got time for these fuck niggas Keep a pistol on me, don't try your luck nigga, hey If you ain't gang, nigga I don't fuck with you, hey Fuck your kind nigga, you a fuck nigga, hey I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, June James, Anthony Costley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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