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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Desmond Jacobs
Desmond Jacobs
Songwriter
Rodrick Thomas
Rodrick Thomas
Songwriter
carlte fletcher
carlte fletcher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stevie Johnson
Stevie Johnson
Producer
Nolan Ellis
Nolan Ellis
Producer
Angelo Estes
Angelo Estes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Soufwessdes baby Yeah, yeah yeah In my own league you can call it justice Open up the bag and you know it's real musty Mashing on the gas, and you know you can't touch me I'm on the wave baby I'm in my b.a.d. (Big ass duffle) why Hate on me why Soufwess d Step curry with the 3 When it come to the fees I'm excellent Talent from God, it's heaven sent Got hustle mixed with some excellence My backwood is stuffed with the medicine She sucking me just like a peppermint A player I drip with the letterman Invisible man ralph ellison I'm sliding with all of the evidence I'm saucy, ya girl favorite condiment A president I do not politic In my own league you can call it justice Open up the bag and you know it's real musty Mashing on the gas, and you know you can't touch me I'm on the wave baby I'm in my b.a.d. (Big ass duffle) why Hate on me why Soufwess d Step curry with the 3 When it come to the fees I'm excellent Talent from God, it's heaven sent Thom thom just a fat boy in a cadillac treating 35 like the autobahn Tell ya dogs we don't do pigs better mussle em nigga ramadan We mask up and then catch plays my block looking like comic con Bae home in one piece bikini top wit no bottoms on I don"t spongebob wit you square niggas Fraternize or share wit ya I'm dope though, you wont smoke with coke flow I dare niggas Like a slim waste and a round brown imma pear picker At ya neck like a noose knot, let the truth rock imma chair kicker Nigga hang tight imma bear wit ya Yo g I know rappers boo boo Showed up to the venue capping left like what had happened to you Got that onomatopoeia hit yo lady with a chu chu And niggas acting gangsta wit a du du du du du du This ain't nardwar ending interviews Saint thom putting end to you And a souf wess king energy Better crown us like a dentist do I'm stepped into that law office no business suit Who'd thought that a eastsider wit a attitude who they listen to Nigga at will look 10 and 2 Kush in my body I smoke like a harley V on my back but it ain't come from bari I take me a pack make it flip like jeff hardy Vuelo the one brought the drugs in the party I surf on a bih, if you wavy I'm gnarly Playboy like carti, they really can't stand it I gang with some niggas that's solid as granite So fuck with the flight I suggest you don't plan it When it comes to them cannons, they sharper than shannon Give me three years I'll be parking the phantom Ay, I made a plot and a plan with my mans to get bands taking shots in atlanta Ay, don't want no clout from these niggas Ironic my wave is a drought to these niggas Hey it's almost lights out for these niggas Ay, I cannot vouch for these niggas Young charlie chaplin I don't do no talkin I post on the block with that pack on my pocket These niggas cap I see through em like stockin's 918 bitch we the '93 rockets, 918 bitch we like '88 compton They tried to tarnish all that we accomplished Young sss I be drippin dasani We on a wave like johnny tsunami Vuelo In my own league you can call it justice Open up the bag and you know it's real musty Mashing on the gas, and you know you can't touch me I'm on the wave baby I'm in my b.a.d. (Big ass duffle) why Hate on me why Soufwess d Step curry with the 3 When it come to the fees I'm excellent Talent from God, it's heaven sent Got hustle mixed with some excellence
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