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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Eazzyy
Lil Eazzyy
Vocals
Walter Rizzati
Walter Rizzati
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alfonso Corsini
Alfonso Corsini
Songwriter
Antonio Rouse
Antonio Rouse
Songwriter
Eric Allen
Eric Allen
Songwriter
Gino Pittoni
Gino Pittoni
Songwriter
Virgilio Riccieri
Virgilio Riccieri
Songwriter
Walter Rizzati
Walter Rizzati
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Williams
Daniel Williams
Recording Engineer
HUGO BLACK
HUGO BLACK
Producer

Lyrics

Ay, in this bitch still cappin' with them, on bro Go, go, go Right now, onna come up Lately been talkin' my shit, because I know I come from the gutters Send shots at ya brotha Then I go pop out in all of this linen like I was a baller How can you hate me? I'm comin' from under Nowhere to sleep, what the fuck is a cover? Now I pop out in Balenci's, they runners Man, tell 'em, "Stop tweakin', I already fucked her" I was down bad, no one to the dollar Was servin' the fiends, lettin' the Xannies dissolve If I gotta problem, I'm makin' one call Won't none of yo' niggas be slidin' at all Bitch like uh oven, I'm packin' that heat Only get out wit' bitches when it's in the sheets Run to the paper like I'm in a meet Baby, get on yo knees, let me give you uh treat Too much of the Wocky be havin' me sleep But too much of the Percs got me ready to freak Grindin' for months, I been grindin' fo' weeks My uncle told me to just watch for the weak 'Cause they like to sneak Gucci and Prada be havin' me drippin' like I was a sink Man, what did you think? I'm tryna make it, to put some VV's inside my Cuban Link Man, why do it sting? Kobe been bringin' in pounds of Xa But y'all know that it reek, you niggas not street I can hire youngins, that's 13 and under Put you on a tee, and they do it for free We was in stakes, we was servin' the fiends They all told me to stop poppin' the beans Rival at teed almost stealin' my dreams I like droppin' them Xannies inside of my lane Lil Eazzyy been workin' Keep passin' yo' moves, we got them bitches twerkin' We see in the cut, and that nigga been lurkin' Can't see in the track, 'cause we closin' the curtains Don't know what I'm feelin' Seems like the niggas who doubted me most is always in my mentions You know I ain't trippin' Drop me a check and that boy be away, and my transaction pendin' Before the pandemic, my niggas was clickin' some rentals Can't wait to hit Johnny to fuck up my dental Blue tips in the 40, it fuck up his mental We put him on TV, like he Jimmy Kimmel My niggas some refs, we'll attack like a whistle Hollows in his flesh and his skin start to sizzle You know we erasin' a nigga like pencils, then skrrt out the way No, my niggas get little But don't lemme get started, a four On the rocks got me lookin' retarded Niggas be hatin', that really be garbage Go for that paper, some niggas departed But I never cared, tryna get big and see green everywhere My niggas on go, why y'all niggas be scared? Offa the Wocky, get harder to stare But I'm on my way up, see you when I'm near Skrrt, ay, see you when I'm near (go go go)
Writer(s): Alfonso Corsini, Gino Pittoni, Walter Rizzati, Eric Allen, Antonio Da'mon Rouse, Virgilio Riccieri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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