Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Towers
Danny Towers
Vocals
Jackboy
Jackboy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Guerra
Gabriel Guerra
Songwriter
Nuri Saberin
Nuri Saberin
Songwriter
Pierre Delince
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
Mario Danielle Torres
Mario Danielle Torres
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Scheme
DJ Scheme
Producer
Nuri
Nuri
Producer
Víctor Pereyra
Víctor Pereyra
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Y'all DJ Scheme, little bitch Nuri G.O.A.T That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it She my little roller, said she fucked Gunna She said, "I could shut you up," I said, "Bitch, I don't want it" I said, "Shut the fuck up, come talk to me 'bout some money" I be with some Zoes but you know my niggas bleedin' She gon' get me leanin', out here with no beamin' Fell in love with a chopper, keep that sucker in between us Fuck a booby-trap, I'm throwin' racks up like Serena He said he want smoke, we gon' press him like panini We gon' spin around, we don't play, put drums on the AK Go get him out of the way, you get hit, now it's too late We gon' spin around, we don't play, put drums on the AK Go get him out of the way, you get hit, now it's too late That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it She all in her feelin', soon as I nut, I'm dippin' Got a lil' bitch wishin', and hopin' I don't go missin' She hope the show don't get lapped Put her on the pin like the ref, cuban ice make her sweat I don't wanna fuck one nat, I just wanna go stack checks She just wanna do it from the jets, we were riding 'round with TECs So, all in white, just flex, serve another plate for the fam' We'll beef over a cigarette, she a freak, all I want head Could've wished your bitch in my bed One beer did no TEC, one beer did no TEC That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it
Writer(s): Pierre Delince, Gabriel Guerra, Mario Torres, Nuri Saberin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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