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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Ghost-Kid
Ghost-Kid
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
Paul Dawson
Paul Dawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghost-Kid
Ghost-Kid
Producer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Mixing Engineer
Glenn A Tabor III
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

A nigga barely read the scripture, but I'm spiritual (let's go) Seven figure nigga, thank you, God, it's a miracle (okay) Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (what the fuck?) You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feelin' you Give a fuck about your feelings Pussy nigga, shit, I got feelings too (let's go) Nigga, we was broke (how broke you was?) Shit, we had to steal our food We cut like that, steal from us, shit, we rob niggas too First time I ever robbed a plug, nigga, I was still in school (like 17) I'll take your gun, trade yo' shit Come back wit' a different tool (yeah) I'on want that ho, ain't coming back Bitch, I got a different boo (huh?) Say I sound the same 'til my new shit Dropped and they heard me switch the groove I'on play both sides you ain't one of mines, I don't like to pick and choose A nigga barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (let's go) Seven figure nigga, thank you, God, it's a miracle (okay) Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (what the fuck?) You can't touch me now, we ain't the same I still ain't feelin' you (ayy, pop yo shit) And no, I ain't feelin' these niggas, I'm numb Before I blew up, did my shows with a gun Still can go city to city alone with my jewelry on This ain't what you want Treat this bitch like a cold when it's cold outside (okay) I got it on, it ain't in the trunk Soon as I feel it's a threat, I'ma dump (bop, bop, bop) You can play for the internet, you know what's up Rock out a show and I leave with a slut (let's go) So many bitches want a lil' nigga, can't fit 'em inside of the truck I ain't no beginner and this shit ain't luck I don't like the library, but, nigga, I'm booked (yeah) Damn, he done got full of his self Stick out his hand and it ain't gon' get shook A bitch say my name and I don't even look A nigga barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (let's go) Seven figure nigga, thank you, God, it's a miracle (okay) Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (what the fuck?) You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feelin' you Bitch
Writer(s): Dababy, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Paul Dawson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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