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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Vocals
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario Dewayne White Jr
Demario Dewayne White Jr
Lyrics
James 'Slice' Russell
James 'Slice' Russell
Composer
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Señor Slice
Señor Slice
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Trap out the Bentley, don't trap out no Regal Geeked the fuck out, I don't know none of these people Come out the sunroof and hit at his people Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls They on his ass like hyenas Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child They just wanna say my name, child I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child But it's okay I put double C on me, yeah Now these bitches callin' 'em Y'all niggas play with young YSL Know we catchin' flagrant fouls Yeah, I went Givenchy my kicks My Saint Laurent jacket got slits Yeah, she rose gold pierce her tits I rode a private jet, cross that off the list Yeah, we open fire, don't say a word I don't give a fuck what you heard We been killin' niggas 'fore they came out with Purge Pop a Percocet, yeah, they body hurt Hit Jeffrey, you know I had to splurge Jump in Maybach, then we close the curtains Real trap nigga Trap out the Bentley, don't trap out no Regal Geeked the fuck out, I don't know none of these people Come out the sunroof and hit at his people Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls They on his ass like hyenas Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child (Tre, baby) Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child (right now) They just wanna say my name, child (Big Bagg) I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child (go) But it's okay I just pulled up in a foreign two seater (skrrt) Breakin' a knob, I trap off the meter (trap) Duckin' a charge and clutchin' the heater (woah) Half a ticket chillin' on my wife beater (now) I'm from the jungle, I be with the creatures Never get full, if they hungry, they eat you (grr) I put in the word, and then they delete him And if you can't find him then hit up his people (whoever) Bread on me, no funnel cake (ayy) The team eat with me, a hundred plates (gang) Get straight to the action, I don't wanna date (no) And bitch bring her friend, accommodate (ugh) I'm locked in with mine, don't need no plug In here with slime, Lil Keed like blood Fuck your feelings, sweep 'em under the rug Forever heartless, I don't need no love Trap out the Bentley, don't trap out no Regal Geeked the fuck out, I don't know none of these people Come out the sunroof and hit at his people Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls They on his ass like hyenas Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em Got three hoes just like Destiny's Child Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child They just wanna say my name, child I'ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child But it's okay
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Chandler Durham, Demario Dewayne White Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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