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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Executive Producer
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Executive Producer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

(Pooh, you a fool for this one) (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could fuck for now Youngin' sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang Damn near in the chain gang with all these fuckin' links on King of the city, I should throw a fuckin' mink on Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (yeah) Jetset with my baby, we fuck and tippin' the pilot She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body Quin ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby" All my niggas from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', bitch, I got a habit Don't like fuckin' with no condom, I like fuckin' baby mamas See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but shit, he gone Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab? Probably make a million dollars, bitch, I made it off the bag I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5 Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that shit to God Skrrt, everybody get your roll on 28 a bag, everybody turn the phone on My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (we on 'em) 55 a piece, my ass turned into titties I won't bash a bitch for cheap, and I just might ask a bitch to leave From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this bitch Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a bitch I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna fuck again I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and bitch, it's up All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't fucked them hoes enough Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free How you mad, bitch, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Recey I sold work to all the deacons, what that bitch been askin' Dreka? Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could fuck for now Youngin' sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Darryl Clemons, Dion Marquise Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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