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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
Dreamawake
Dreamawake
Programming
hue.
hue.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pablo Alberto Sanchez
Pablo Alberto Sanchez
Songwriter
Jonathan Hernandez
Jonathan Hernandez
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dreamawake
Dreamawake
Producer
hue.
hue.
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, how does he does it? (Ah, yeah) Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah, 'cause I love it (phew, yeah) 45 seconds, you in and you out for a dozen (phew) Yeah, and it's way too far, gonna save that shit, I won't touch it (yeah) Back off a shot, gon' break, kick back like buckets Snappin' the fakes in my circle like Kit-Kat does it I could take your lil' bitch if I want to, yeah, but I doesn't (but I doesn't, hey) I just chopped up the G65, took it straight out the shop, take it back to my house (woo) They ask how the hell I make money, I couldn't even tell 'em 'cause I don't know how (ah) Turn up that beat 'til it's blazin', yeah, turn up the beat 'til it bounce (yeah) I'm too far gone, couldn't save that shit, so I'm Perc'ed out, yeah, on the couch (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse (yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't even rock with it, you not a boss (yeah, yeah, yeah) I done invented this shit, that's my sauce (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I'm gon' rock out at every show (yeah, yeah, yeah) You not my twin, you not my bro (hey, hey) Everywhere I go, I'm takin' my pole Yeah, we drippin' It's syrup, that's alright, no trippin' Yeah, sippin' on syrup all day, couldn't hold it in, I'm pissin' He done put everything on the line, on the kid, now he end up missin' When you got a lot of money comin' in, then you better start the big tippin' (flip it) Yeah, how does he does it? (Ah, yeah) Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah, 'cause I love it (phew, yeah) 45 seconds, you in and you out for a dozen (phew) Yeah, and it's way too far, gonna save that shit, I won't touch it (yeah) Back off a shot, gon' break, kick back like buckets Snappin' the fakes in my circle like Kit-Kat does it I could take your lil' bitch if I want to, yeah, but I doesn't (but I doesn't, hey) I just chopped up the G65, took it straight out the shop, take it back to my house (woo) They ask how the hell I make money, I couldn't even tell 'em 'cause I don't know how (ah) Turn up that beat 'til it's blazin', yeah, turn up the beat 'til it bounce (yeah) I'm too far gone, couldn't save that shit, so I'm Perc'ed out, yeah, on the couch (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse (yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't even rock with it, you not a boss (yeah, yeah, yeah) I done invented this shit, that's my sauce (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I'm gon' rock out at every show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Jonathan Hernandez, Noah Smith, Pablo Alberto Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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