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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Rok Curkovic
Rok Curkovic
Songwriter
Bart van Hoewijk
Bart van Hoewijk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bart How
Bart How
Producer
Roark Bailey
Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
Ben Lidsky
Ben Lidsky
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Rok
Rok
Producer

Lyrics

(Rok on the track, yeah), yeah This that murder music I let that choppa sing and they listen to it My bitch, she like to get high, yeah, we gettin' booted I pop a Perc' and sip my drank, yeah, now I'm zooted I'm a superstar, yeah, I live my life like a movie I drive foreign cars and fuck bad bitches, yeah, I get to it I buy a bitch a brand-new bag, yeah, when I get bored And that lil' bitch keep callin' me dad 'cause he can't afford it I swear I could've been a dad, but I made that bitch abort it That was back when I was down bad, now the young nigga worth a fortune Hell nah, you can't be my BM, that's just like extortion Hell nah, lil' bitch can't put me on no child support Make a bitch take a Plan B before I let a bitch take me to court Yeah, we gettin' too much cash, lil' bitch, but you a know a young nigga want more Damn, this freak ho water wet, I think I need a new surfboard Yeah, I keep it a hundred thousand, young nigga, I ain't telling stories Yeah, I spend a couple thousand every time I walk up in that store Yeah, I might blow a couple thousand on that bitch 'cause she a pretty whore Yeah, this ain't the regular Lamb', lil' bitch, yeah, this Aventador Yeah, and we havin' sticks for ham niggas 'cause we don't fuck with pork Yeah, I might smoke an opp nigga, shawty, but I don't fuck with 'Ports Yeah, I spotted an opp in the party, told lil' bro, "Lock the door" I upped my MAC and I told the pussy nigga, "Get on the floor Give me them racks, give me that watch, bitch, it ain't yours no more" I got this bitch with an OnlyFans, yeah, she a super whore She'll do whatever for them bands, that's why she mi amor Hell yeah, she mine for sure (yeah) This that murder music I let that choppa sing and they listen to it My bitch, she like to get high, yeah, we gettin' booted I pop a Perc' and sip my drank, yeah, now I'm zooted I'm a superstar, yeah, I live my life like a movie I drive foreign cars and fuck bad bitches, yeah, I get to it I buy a bitch a brand-new bag, yeah, when I get bored And that lil' bitch keep callin' me dad 'cause he can't afford it I swear I could've been a dad, but I made that bitch abort it That was back when I was down bad, now the young nigga worth a fortune Hell nah, you can't be my BM, that's just like extortion Hell nah, lil' bitch can't put me on no child support Make a bitch take a Plan B before I let a bitch take me to court (Rok on the track, yeah)
Writer(s): Anton Martin Mendo, Kenyatta Frazier, Tobias Decker, Arman Andican, Bart Van Hoewijk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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