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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Songwriter
Cotrell Dennard
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Joshua Leullen
Joshua Leullen
Songwriter
Patrick Hall
Patrick Hall
Songwriter
Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Klimperboy
Klimperboy
Producer
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
Nic Nac
Nic Nac
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer
Vision EXE
Vision EXE
Producer

Lyrics

I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers (Southside on the track, yeah) I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers (Mustard on the beat, ho') My money don't sleep (sleep), I'm slow to speak (slow to speak) Pour the whole P (woo, woo), It's holy (woo, woo) Take 250 (yeah, yeah), right overseas (yeah, yeah) I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB (I'm ODB) My closet clean (yeah, yeah), rock everythin' (yeah, yeah) He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (woo, woo) Take everythin' (woo, woo), and flee the scene (woo, woo) Real red fiend, ready for anythin' My young niggas seals, they popping off, hightail and drop 'em off Internet, they tough as hell, outside, they cotton soft Drink got a nigga high as hell, I was damn near nodding off Floor seats, I be fly as hell, wrist frost, I could buy a loft 350, my service fee, an extra one is courtesy (ooh, yeah) Had the Phantom out in London, told 'em "Close the curtains, please" And she be (and she be), with me every week (with me every week) Miami Beach, with Doe Bee off a tee (a tee) New Fazo's, I don't crease 'em up, my Maybach creepin' up They don't pat me down at no club, I gotta keep it tucked All the gang ties rooted, like a fuckin' tree trunk Just make sure you put some respect on it when you speak of us My money don't sleep, I'm slow to speak Pour the whole P (let's go), it's holy (let's go) Take 250 (let's go), right overseas (go) I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB (Doe Beezy) My closet clean, rock everythin' (no, phew) He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (baow, baow, baow) Take everythin' and flee the scene (go) Real red fiend, ready for anythin' (oh, really?) I hit Roddy line, I saw the opps, I got the tee (go) When B-I-G D-O-E got the tee, it's R.I.P. (Baow, baow) Big Doe Beezy got the tee, I sip dead niggas when I drink (Beezy) Get your bitch up off my D, I'm not my Cuban, I don't link (come here) I don't link, I don't even answer my phone, ho', I don't speak I got rich, I pay a maid now, but I'll still a sweep (baow, baow) Sweep his ass like seven games, I come through clutch, I did a three (swish) I'ma up this big ass switch, you get a scratch on this big B (skrrt) Bentley, stripper so amazed, so I'm flyin' Benji's (mwah, come here) Opps said it's on sight, too bad my enemies don't match energy Still ridin' 'round through Cleveland in a droptop, ain't goin' like Kennedy Catch up, I got Mustard, bitch, send my deposit instantly (oh, really?) Big Doe Beezy, nigga, top shotta, Don dada You know what the fuck goin' on, Double R, what's poppin'? (Grrah, boom, boom) Yeah, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on I got a switch on me, hold on Hold on, hold on, roll the Double R window down real quick Pussy, grrah My money don't sleep (sleep), I'm slow to speak (slow to speak) Pour the whole P (woo, woo), it's holy (woo, woo) Take 250 (yeah, yeah), right overseas (yeah, yeah) I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB (I'm ODB) My closet clean (yeah, yeah), rock everythin' (yeah, yeah) He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (woo, woo) Take everythin' (woo, woo), and flee the scene (woo, woo) Real red fiend, ready for anythin' (woo) Shoot, don't need a screen, I'm with the dream team (G Herbo) Reds on, all we knew was green beams (grrt) I ain't tellin' nothin', but I seen things (I seen it all) Ain't no failin' us, we like the SAT's, uh, ayy Went from wintertime, rollin' up on G's to L.A. breeze Moved to L.A., hoes can't get enough of me, they on they knees Spent a million, I can't wait 'til I beat my case, I'm like, "Please" Quick to show a nigga this barrel, like a sheriff, I'm like, "Freeze" Quick to buy new Vs, quick to buy VVs Make her get fly like me, make her ride like me But I can't trust no hoes, they quick to lie, like me If she don't flex and she don't front I give her a diamond, Saint Laurent, my money don't sleep My money don't sleep (ayy), I'm slow to speak (I'm slow to speak) Pour the whole P (whole P), it's holy (it's holy) Take 250 (250), right overseas (right overseas) I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB (like ODB, know that) My closet clean, rock everythin' (rock everythin') He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (he go, brr) Take everythin' and flee the scene (flee the scene) Real red fiend (real red fiend), ready for anythin' (huh, huh, huh) I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers
Writer(s): Dijon Mcfarlane, Cotrell Dennard, Herbert Randall Wright Iii, Patrick Hall, Rodrick Moore Jr, Joshua Leullen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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