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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
Ethan Hicks
Ethan Hicks
Songwriter
Wiktor Andreas Loveall
Wiktor Andreas Loveall
Songwriter
Teldrick Smith
Teldrick Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HicksMadeThat
HicksMadeThat
Producer
Triplesix
Triplesix
Producer
Nathaniel Alford
Nathaniel Alford
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I be tryna tell these niggas It's a whole different time This ain't the old days, a nigga stackin' money now Let's get it No, this ain't the old days, got a lil' money now Get that money in four ways, bring it back, bust it down The narcs out and we got the feds in town Bet I hit a plug, got some new meds in town Left him on the ground, no parade around Yellow tape, he was sleep, no bed around They wanna cross me, I know they wanna off me Wanna get with some niggas respected Well, you better get with the murderers I be hangin' with felons and burglars I got a knife on me case it get surgical Sippin' that purple stuff Lean by the bottle, my bitch out the bottom I fell in and out of love I got some big rocks How them diamonds dancin' in the Rolex, nigga, I call it TikTok They gon' follow your car 'til you park, ayy He got shot at a pit stop I got your bitch blocked, don't want your bitch back, no I'm playin' tic-tac-toe, I got a big bankroll In the hood where you niggas can't go Oh (oh) Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? I finally got my bag up, I can't fuck with you hoes I can't fuck with you hoes, I'm lit for sure Can't fuck with these niggas These niggas bad for business Went copped me a throwaway, and it got thirty rounds Used to trap at the four-way, he servin' ounces and pounds Ain't none of my young niggas scared of y'all I was sleepin' on the floor, no bed at all And that chopper gon' knock off his dreads and all Through the window, we shot at his head and all Since they wanna cross me, they better off me I move like a boss and I go where I wanna In my records, I gotta watch over my shoulder I need fifty a show or it's fuck the promoter My estate got a guard gate and a Kubota I'm ridin' on green grass Come suck me up with your mean ass Had to get off that sack like a screen pass Niggas pocket watchin', I be rockin' ostrich I been poppin', stickin', movin' like I'm Rocky She ate that dick like a plate of teriyaki I told her to come to the room, let's make it sloppy, ooh I know you a freak, so don't be actin' new Me and my nigga did the switcharoo You know I'm the biggest lion in the zoo Oh Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? I finally got my bag up, I can't fuck with you hoes I can't fuck with you hoes, I'm lit for sure Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure? Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure? Finally got my bag up, I'm so sick of these hoes I'm so sick of these hoes, I'm lit for sure Lit for sure, lit for sure Lit for sure
Writer(s): Jeremy Biddle, Ethan Hicks, Wiktor Loevall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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