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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saint Bodhi
Saint Bodhi
Musician
J.LBS
J.LBS
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stan Greene
Stan Greene
Composer
Kuwanna Jasmine Moore
Kuwanna Jasmine Moore
Composer
J. Pounds
J. Pounds
Composer
Omarr Rambert
Omarr Rambert
Composer
Kyle Edwards
Kyle Edwards
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.LBS
J.LBS
Producer
OmArr of Stoopid Robots
OmArr of Stoopid Robots
Co-Producer
lastnight
lastnight
Co-Producer
Ali A Mac McGuire
Ali A Mac McGuire
Recording Engineer
Stan Greene
Stan Greene
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Omarr Rambert
Omarr Rambert
Executive Producer

Lyrics

When I get older, I'ma get up out this bitch I'ma get rich My daddy bangin' on the walls Nigga drunk, always throw another fit (Oh, no, no) I go to 95th South Central's where I live Selling white widow to the kids Lord, get me out this bitch Feet hit the pavement, sirens are blarin' Crackheads'll get ya what ya need, how much you payin'? Orange El Camino, guns like Al Pacino Gold chain cost a couple bucks under a C-note I got this white girl if you need the fix My nigga scopin' out the next spot to hit the lick In the nighttime, zombies chill on the 25th Mother Mary, please still get me out this bitch I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand Look, little black bitch, you ain't gon' be shit Get up on this pimpin' I wish you were a boy, you shoulda been a boy They shoulda took you instead of your mother I question God why you were even born I bet you'll turn into a whore If you wanna leave, there's the door That's all I heard No one will love you A star was born Feet hit the pavement, sirens are blarin' Crackheads'll get ya what ya need, how much you payin'? Orange El Camino, guns like Al Pacino Gold chain cost a couple bucks under a C-note I got this white girl if you need the fix My nigga scopin' out the next spot to hit the lick In the nighttime, zombies chill on the 25th Mother Mary, please still get me out this bitch I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand Yeah, all red on my call log Watch the money pile up Bitch, you shouldn't run up You know I got my gun up Number one stunna Oh Lord, they comin' for ya Get your shit right Keep the tummy tight Listen, baby Believe in me because I believe in you, so we can believe together Understand that I understand So what's understood don't need to be explained, right? Hit the blade Do it for me, baby I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand
Writer(s): Omarr Rambert, Jason Kevin Pounds, Kyle Michael Edwards, Kuwanna Jasmine Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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