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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Valencia
Gavin Valencia
Composer
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Lyrics
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Anthony 'Dub" Williams
Anthony 'Dub" Williams
Recording Engineer
Jetsonmade
Jetsonmade
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
OJ Finessey
OJ Finessey
Producer

Lyrics

Thought I told you that (Ayy, yeah) Thought I told 'em that (Gang, gang) They ain't listen (Gang) Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Keed, talk to 'em Expensive fabric, check the price (Price) I got your girl, go find a place (Go find a place) These niggas better stay in they place (They place) We shakin' the building like quakes (Oh my God, ah) Super-charged motor, let's race, shit She never been in a Wraith, ooh (Oh my God, Wraith) She hit my phone everyday, ooh (Every day) She wanna fly to the A, ooh (Oh my God, let's go) Pints of the red by the case, ooh (Red) I heard that boy told on the case, ooh (Oh my God) Now that boy losin' his face, ooh (His face) 'Cause his CO whippin' dealership plates, ooh (Oh my god, skrrt) Now I can fuck with the greats, ooh (The greats) Five star meals, I still say my grace, ooh (Oh my God, five star meals) Lil' bitty boy a disgrace ('Scrace) I thought I told you that (Oh my God) (Keed, talk to 'em) Stuff a hundred racks in the bag (Racks) Gucci prints on the floor mat (What?) Which one, the Rolls Royce or the Maybach? (Say what?) Bought my mom a house that cost a plane engine (Woo) I drink your bitch like some Minute Maid Told you, mama, you were gon' see better days I'm in the studio workin' everyday (Everyday) Don't play with the gang, we sendin' shots everyday Ayy (Let's go), I got this green just like Celtics (I have that green) Yeah, money green, Should've played with Milwaukee Bucks, bitch (Set like paper) Young nigga havin' pointers hittin' like Tyson (Tyson) Sucker niggas not allowed, I ain't invite them Expensive fabric, check the price (Price) I got your girl, go find a place (Go find a place) These niggas better stay in they place (They place) We shakin' the building like quakes (Oh my God, ah) Super-charged motor, let's race, shit She never been in a Wraith, ooh (Oh my God, Wraith) She hit my phone everyday, ooh (Every day) She wanna fly to the A, ooh (Oh my God, let's go) Pints of the red by the case, ooh (Red) I heard that boy told on the case, ooh (Oh my God) Now that boy losin' his face, ooh (His face) 'Cause his CO whippin' dealership plates, ooh (Oh my god, skrrt) Now I can fuck with the greats, ooh (The greats) Five star meals, I still say my grace, ooh (Oh my God, five star meals) Lil' bitty boy a disgrace ('Scrace) I thought I told you that (Oh my God) (Keed, talk to 'em) Baby, get on your knees and show me (Please) Yeah, she wanna sneeze, she drink lean Just like the submarine, I'm goin' deep Yeah, hitter for real, they clear the scene She goin' natural, she don't need Maybelline (She goin' natural) I'm like Cash App, girl, what you need? (Like Cash App, girl) She like them Percocet things because Of me (She like them Percocet things) Got drugs heal pain for me (What?) Took the drugs, heal pain, but don't OD (Woo) No, I don't play with my gang, got vibes with me (Vibes) Three hundred on the O's, wet, it's freezing (Brr) Nigga lie on my name, where the tampons? He bleedin' Expensive fabric, check the price (Price) I got your girl, go find a place (Go find a place) These niggas better stay in they place (They place) We shakin' the building like quakes (Oh my God, ah) Super-charged motor, let's race, shit She never been in a Wraith, ooh (Oh my God, Wraith) She hit my phone everyday, ooh (Everyday) She wanna fly to the A, ooh (Oh my God, let's go) Pints of the red by the case, ooh (Red) I heard that boy told on the case, ooh (Oh my God) Now that boy losin' his face, ooh (His face) 'Cause his CO whippin' dealership plates, ooh (Oh my god, skrrt) Now I can fuck with the greats, ooh (The greats) Five star meals, I still say my grace, ooh (Oh my God, five star meals) Lil' bitty boy a disgrace ('Scrace) I thought I told you that (Oh my God)
Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render, Gavin Valencia, Tahj Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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