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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
JW Lucas
JW Lucas
Programming
Roselilah
Roselilah
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Roshwita Larisha Bacha
Roshwita Larisha Bacha
Songwriter
JW Lucas
JW Lucas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roselilah
Roselilah
Producer
JW Lucas
JW Lucas
Producer

Lyrics

Leo, flip the beat, y'all I can't deny what I did with the bitch (yeah) Maison Margielas, I got it from Kith (let's get it) Different type niggas, they say that I'm different (different) Fresh out a shootout, they hop in a Lyft (yeah) Police came back when I wasn't in the crib Ain't no denying, I know what I did (let's get it) She can't deny what she did for the wig (she can't deny it) Call for a bitch just to swallow my kids (yeah) I done did dirt in the streets, I regret it You ain't got money, can't play with your credit I am an addict, I do not regret it (I am an addict) I gave him a gun, and he shoot it like Redick Bad bitch, yeah, I got a fetish A hundred and five thou' just for the Patek Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it (yeah) Off of them drugs, you boot up (boot up, boot up) You run in the club, you shoot up (shoot up, shoot up) I come from the mud, I'm too up (too up, too up) They didn't show me love, I grew up (grew up, grew up) I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much (too much, too much) Look at me now, I grew up (grew up, grew up) Look at me now, I grew up (grew up, grew up) Look at me now, I'm too much (yeah, yeah) Sports car, how is you cruisin'? (let's get it) I give you my love, you abuse it (let's get it) Your nigga ain't shit, he a goofy (he a doofus) Give him a check, he'll shoot him, ruthless Look at this car, this bitch be zoomin', zoom Chk-chk, Metro Boomin, boom (boom) Why say shit that you won't do, do? (let's get it) I can't imagine going back broke (hold on) You'll stay rich when you claim you poor (poor) You broke my heart, but you claim you know (know) It is what it is, you know what you know (yeah) I am the realest, for real, for sure (for sure) If bro'nem gon' turn up with 'bows, let's go (let's go) We can just never fall out 'bout a ho (no) That shit is lame, it hurt me the most (yeah) Off of them drugs, you boot up (boot up, boot up) You run in the club, you shoot up (shoot up, shoot up) I come from the mud, I'm too up (too up, too up) They didn't show me love, I grew up (grew up, grew up) I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much (too much, too much) Look at me now, I grew up (grew up, grew up) Look at me now, I grew up (grew up, grew up) Look at me now, I'm too much (yeah)
Writer(s): John W. Lucas, Durk D Banks, Carlos Lamont Jr. Goodwin, Roshwtia Larisha Bacha, Taylor Pickens-chapman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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