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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ridin' in the Flying Spur, look up, I'm in the air (skrrt) With my slimes, everybody got toolies We well-prepared (well-prepared) Man of my town, in my hood, I'm like the mayor (like the mayor) Boardin' on a jet, I can barely walk up the stairs (up the stairs) Fuckin' hoes, blow out her back on a Perc' Eat me up, she treat my dick like dessert Money and fame is a gift and a curse People that's closest gon' hurt you the worst I'm always booked, got no dates on my calendar Livе in the states, I can send shots to Canada Wholе squad is litty, we geeked, they can't handle us Puttin' shit on stop and then pose for the camera Yeah, I get bitches by the two I fuck her one time then pass her to the slimes (slimes) Got a new girl and she exotic Told my ex-girl that I'm doin' fine (okay) Diamonds shinin' bright in the dark You ain't gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds (bling) Careful where you step, don't step on my shoes Go to war, we got sticks, all kinds Paid a lawyer for the case My brother got charges he can't erase (no) AK's like Tay-K, if we get pulled over, I'm doin' the race (skrrt) My stick relevant, fifth generation Got a Glock with switch up the day Ain't tryna play God But when it come to my opps, I'm choosin' they fate (Keed, talk to 'em) Spazz, I pull up with a hundred round cutter On the block and you niggas gon' tell Yah, I spent 'bout one-fizzy on some chains Just to say, "I wish a nigga dare" Yeah, it's 'bout 50 niggas stuntin' on your block with the blicky One of them killed If a bitch catch me on the bel-air Buddy, I'm dunkin' on the pussy, O'Neal Yeah, I'm runnin' my route, catch a bag at the stop Yeah, they call me Odell (slatt, ayy) Yeah, you know we side by side, slime Goin' all the way there, 'bout mine Bet that hoe on my fin, that's a Hermès I'm shinin', she like, "Who that with the blonde dreads?" I'm grindin', I know where the dough at I'm tellin' you, I'll never go back To that Porsche, yeah, I'm rockin' a Rollie I'm tellin' you, I'll never go back High-class whips, high-class bitch, she suck my dick Drank my spit, look at my wrist You ain't gon' whack nothin', you ain't on Nick I'm pressin' you animal lovers, I'm tellin' your OG Better keep your dog on a leash (woo) I'm tellin' these fuckin' niggas, diamonds slippin' We killin' shit, go ahead and leave (let's go) Yeah, I get bitches by the two I fuck her one time then pass her to the slimes (slimes) Got a new girl and she exotic Told my ex-girl that I'm doin' fine (okay) Diamonds shinin' bright in the dark You ain't gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds (bling) Careful where you step, don't step on my shoes Go to war, we got sticks, all kinds Paid a lawyer for the case My brother got charges he can't erase (no) AK's like Tay-K, if we get pulled over, I'm doin' the race (skrrt) My stick relevant, fifth generation Got a Glock with switch up the day Ain't tryna play God But when it come to my opps, I'm choosin' they fate
Writer(s): Amir Esmailian, Navraj Singh Goraya, Wesley Tyler Glass, Raqhid Jevon Render Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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