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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Redd
Justin Redd
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Karsheam D-K Simpkins II
Karsheam D-K Simpkins II
Songwriter
Ismail Shabazz
Ismail Shabazz
Songwriter
Errol Moodie Jr
Errol Moodie Jr
Songwriter
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Lord Casso
Lord Casso
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah we Yeah we Rolling Loud like Miami I don't care if you understand me Understand me WHAT Yeah I do this for my family Imma win that Grammy This is for my mammy This is for my father Yea we going harder I been balling like I'm Carter Like I'm Vince Why he claim he nice But nigga I'm not convinced Started getting money I ain't seen these niggas since Vanilla coup like Coke White on white that's snow Beamer on that road She be on my flow White girl and she feening Sniff a line she bleeding Then she suck me like a demon This my show I feel like Cleveland Oh man God damn Back out to LA had switch the vibe Drop the top ain't no roofs up on the Westside Working I can't sleep we working Guess I'm way to focus I can't drive no Focus Cops can't pull me over Catch me swerving Watch me swerving Now I'm swerving CHA CHA You could catch me swerving through the pressure No I don't need no gas this is a Tesla Flew out to Cali for the weather I don't need no bitch oh no never Nigga get yo bread up Throughout the pressure gotta keep your head up Foot on the gas I can't let up I been chasing feta Fettuccini That linguine Yeah I know these niggas hating but they need me I been running shit for years make it look easy Got this on repeat Best believe me Off the Delta LAX in a kuffee Took a mini vacay with the goonies Copped enough for 20 jays to the koofie Rolled it up then let it float up off page ain't off the koofie Switched the flow from wavay to the smoothie 360s still being made, ain't nuthin new b I'm not a newby Last upgrade was 22 b Don't ask for pay it come straight to me I mask the pain with massive dubbies I slash the grain, reaping the benefits Give I lent New York flows to minute men Ritalin I woke for my kin and nem Had to make sure that the Cali tape ain't miss my pen Never miss I win Set the pace with the kicks I'm in 270 we bout to sprint again But it's more like a walk when the gang invent Tat the taka like a hawk sharingain the yen Yeah we Yeah we Rolling Loud like Miami I don't care if you understand me Understand me WHAT Yeah I do this for my family Imma win that Grammy This is for my mammy This is for my father Yea we going harder I been balling like I'm Carter Like I'm Vince Why he claim he nice But nigga I'm not convinced Started getting money I ain't seen these niggas since
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