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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Vocals
Oldhauntie
Oldhauntie
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patavious Isom
Patavious Isom
Songwriter
Jacob Hanson
Jacob Hanson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oldhauntie
Oldhauntie
Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Paul Adediran
Paul Adediran
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Old hauntie came through Nigga, what the fuck (huh) Nigga what the fuck (Nigga what the fuck) Bitch what the fuck (what, what, what) Bitch what the fuck (Bitch what the fuck) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the what (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the fuck (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the what (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the fuck (yo) Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up, bitch Shut the fuck up (stupid ho) Shut the fuck up, bitch Shut the fuck up (stupid ho) Shut the fuck up, bitch Shut the fuck up (stupid ho) (What the fuck) Fuck whoever don't like this song I crank this bitch up by my own (ayy, ayy) Crunkstarz in the fuckin' crowd Get buck, get wild Let's go, let's go (let's go, let's go) I might jaw a nigga just to show'em I'm ain't no fuckin ho (fuckin' ho) I told waifi heavy on the ice My pockets on fuckin' swole Buildin' my brand from the fuckin' ground up You ain't never gone see me fold Lame ass nigga we know y'all hatin' on us That's why we fuckin' y'all hoes (fuckin' y'all hoes) See my ice, she see my whip The bitch gon' blow like good C4 I'm the gang, he the gang, she the gang, we the gang Stickin' to them triple M codes I don't know nobody realer I'm really eating steaks with some motherfucking killers You must want Anna like Miller Bitch I'm rich, I drop off the scriller to hitters Still on my toes like "Thriller" Hoes by the two's One chocolate, one is vanilla And bitch, I own all my cars I ain't none like these rap niggas, on God Nigga, what the fuck (huh) Nigga what the fuck (Nigga what the fuck, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Bitch what the fuck (what, what, what) Bitch what the fuck (Bitch what the fuck, yeah, yeah) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the what (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the fuck (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the what (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the fuck (yo) Fuck the laws lil' bitch, I'm hot Cock the glock Get popped, get dropped (get dropped) This not a hard top This, the drop (the drop) Put me on any beat, I bet I pop (I pop) Niggas really talking like "Duke ain't the hardest" Rap game janitor Take out the garbage Stylin', I can drip a shirt out of Target Black and white money I'm in everybody market (ooh) Lackin' never, gangsta forever Why pay a shooter, I can shoot the shit better Bottom plastic, the top is metal Shoot'em, bow, bow Leave his soul in the weather I did it, I done it Now tell me who better Don't play with Duke Deuce That's a whole other level (oh, God) Wherever, whenever Pop shit on whoever Protected by God But the choppa, the devil (yeah, yeah) Two-toned pendant, but the center rose gold Leave your ho, 'cause she might get stole I was out late, you was under your ho You ain't got no grind Can't meet your goals Everybody know I'm that nigga But don't nobody know you nigga Money ain't fall in my lap Half of these rappers ain't winning off trap Nigga, we know you cap Niggas done threatening my life I was still thinkin' 'bout money Like niggas ain't talkin' 'bout none You ain't never even beat up none (nah) Last time checked you a bitch You must've turned to a G or some Huh, you too old to be trying to get rank (stop it) Lil' boy sit down before you get spanked, bitch Nigga, what the fuck (huh) Nigga what the fuck (Nigga what the fuck) Bitch what the fuck (what, what, what) Bitch what the fuck (Bitch what the fuck, ayy, ayy) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the what (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the fuck (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the what (yo) What the huh (yo) What the who (yo) What the what (yo) What the fuck
Writer(s): Kenzie May, Justin Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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