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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Savannah Ré
Savannah Ré
Vocals
YogiTheProducer
YogiTheProducer
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Savannah Ré
Savannah Ré
Composer
Johann Deterville
Johann Deterville
Composer
Morris W. Ricks II
Morris W. Ricks II
Composer
Filbert Salton
Filbert Salton
Composer
Eliot Dubock
Eliot Dubock
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johann Deterville
Johann Deterville
Recording Engineer
YogiTheProducer
YogiTheProducer
Producer
Beat Butcha
Beat Butcha
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I let these mans talk They love to cape I let these bands walk I'm out of shape shape I got these hoes twisted out of shape I got these hoes bent up out of shape To see a bitch winning They jumping off the ceiling It's a feeling Fuck around and turn up missing Niggas sick to be me Need some Robitussin Skipping to the money like we double dutching Uh Weight VS stone Leave me alone On that grown woman time Racing past my ops I know they praying for an off day Watch what y'all say Niggas get it broad day uh When you talk about me Better dot your t's Put some water on me Bet that shit'd freeze I let these mans talk They love to cape I let these bands walk I'm out of shape, shape I got these hoes twisted out of shape I got these hoes bent up out of shape To see a bitch winning They jumping off the ceiling It's a feeling Fuck around and turn up missing, yeah Same way niggas calling Range Rover for the road Niggas calling me for visuals and for the flows They don't like how I'm so talented and shit it shows And even when they try to hide it they still get exposed Now I'm on my property yeah You was sposed to be proud of me yeah You was supposed to protect me from them You the one took a shot at me yeah For the niggas who bent outta shape my nigga got a stick do labotomys Yeah And I'm not glorifying it yeah And baby don't lie to me you know that I done made the pussy wet again I done got up outta debt again My dawg got locked up in the fed again Another one got shot and blacks done bled again I'm the sharpest tool up in the shed again Police think he Boba Fett again Another white person in the elevator saw my braids and said I like ya Dreads again This feel like southside summer when the year was 05 You go outside your momma look at you like don't die Raleigh cold, niggas hate you they gone put you on ice Text your Nokia are you coming outside? I let these mans talk They love to cape I let these bands walk I'm out of shape, shape I got these hoes twisted out of shape I got these hoes bent up out of shape To see a bitch winning They jumping off the ceiling It's a feeling Fuck around and turn up missing, yeah
Writer(s): Eliot Dubock, Johann Deterville, Savannah Re Colline Simpson, Filbert Salton, Morris Wayne Ricks Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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