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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fedor Kulachkov
Fedor Kulachkov
Songwriter
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Songwriter
Malita Rice
Malita Rice
Songwriter
Matthew Paisley Mallia
Matthew Paisley Mallia
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Composer
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christal Jerez
Christal Jerez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Miller
Nathan Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Producer
Slice
Slice
Recording Engineer
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer
SKIPASS
SKIPASS
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah I go by Keed, talk to 'em Keed, talk to to 'em, yeah, Raqhid, talk to 'em Slump his ass Yeah, this that shit right here Yeah, I talk that shit right here Let's go (keed, talk to 'em) I got this shit goin' brazy (shit goin' brazy) I got this fashion goin' brazy (fashion goin' brazy) I got these sluts goin' brazy (sluts goin' brazy) Bankroll, it's on me, come and take it (yee) Starlit, these diamonds constellations (yeah) I never rush, always had patience (yeah) I'll never be a consolation (nah) I take a charter, Tom Brady (let's go, yeah) (Let's go) You ain't believe in me (me) Should've never showed you my dreams (hey) 'Cause you was doubtin' me (doubtin' me) I showed my momma and my daddy (yeah) I never smashed her on the mattress (nah) I never smashed her in the palace (no) You penny pinchin, Mr. Krabs (woo) So you ate like Krabby Patty (hahaha) I just cooked up in the lab (yeah) 'Cause a nigga living lavish (yeah) Why the fuck I'm getting backstabbed? 'Cause a nigga living lavish (yeah) Richard Mille on my right wrist Flood the other with a Patek (flood it) I'm runnin' off with a white bitch (yeah) I break the law (yeah, haha) These bitches knowin' me (yeah) And she a fan of me (fan) She so in love with me (mwah) I need your number, B (yeah) I need your only one fans (let's get it) Let's run off and smoke all the strains Lets make a colony Let's go Let's go Let's go Yeah, this that shit right here (rockstar music) Yeah, I talk that shit right here Let's go Pull up in the city in the Bentayga Bentley It had black on the seat, it had white on the floor If a nigga think he gon' try me in the club Got a shorty on me, gah, gah, let it go Thinkin' I'm at home and I can't let it go Beverly Hills thottie got white on her nose Partner get jammed up and jammed up and jammed up Can't stop the trappin', he can't let it go Like a strict parent, I cannot go Yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go) This that shit right here (rockstar music) Yeah, I talk that shit right here Let's go I got this shit goin' brazy (yeah) I got this fashion goin' brazy I got these sluts goin' brazy Bankroll, it's on me, come and take it Starlit, these diamonds constellations (yeah) I never rush, always had patience I'll never be a consolation I take a charter, Tom Brady (yeah) Yeah Yeah
Writer(s): Malita Rice, Raqhid Jevon Render, Matthew Paisley-mallia, Milan Modi, James Maddox, Kulachkov Fedor Iurevich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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