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Hotboii & Polo G - WTF (Remix) (AUDIO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Hotboii
Vocals
Mickwreacker
Mickwreacker
Programming
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivan Zhmakin
Ivan Zhmakin
Songwriter
Javarri Walker
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mickwreacker
Mickwreacker
Producer
Raymond Scott
Raymond Scott
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

If it ain't Z, it can't be, dumb nigga Y'all know what the fuck goin' on Big Z, 26, 13 season LLWolph, fuck nigga 26, 13 shit, fuck nigga We just watched him clockin' in Ahah Z, Z, Z (Z, Z, Z, Z, Z) Go Ayy, look me in my eyes Tell me, have you ever witnessed M-one killings? Ever spinned and doubled back because the clip wasn't empty? We don't shoot at houses, we walk down, hop out vehicles What the fuck, nigga? Look me in my eyes Just look me in my eyes and tell me that's how this shit go What you know 'bout movin' your folks, so you can handle smoke? Night owl with that Drac', must be OVO What the fuck, nigga? Ain't tryna find a job It's plenty of ways to get it, gotta get up, get out and grind If it's smoke in the city, better not work no nine-to-five Pull up to your job and drive through, drive by, I got you, haha Look me in my soul You should probably see the devil, this the demon zone Put that nigga in a wheelchair, he still holdin' on Next time I see that boy, I'ma grab his ass and roll him home What the fuck, nigga? And my wrist the sickest The sun down, I'm on the E-way, all my diamonds glistenin' I got a bad habit of treatin' my glizzies like my women Oil 'em up and make 'em pretty Put her on some long extensions Finger fuck, she go to spittin' Ayy, look me in my eyes Tell me, have you ever witnessed M-one killings? Ever spinned and doubled back because the clip wasn't empty? We don't shoot at houses, we walk down, hop out vehicles What the fuck, nigga? Look me in my eyes Just look me in my eyes and tell me that's how this shit go What you know 'bout movin' your folks, so you can handle smoke? Night owl with that Drac', must be OVO What the fuck, nigga? Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see If I get that news that he survived, they goin' back down that street, uh Foenem slidin' for weeks, we gon' get back for B He got burnt, got caught in that line of heat, he shouldn't've tryna beef, bitch Opps like tourist, pop out on my block just takin' pictures I don't care if you keep your gun, lil' boy, you ain't no killer Interrogations, "I do drugs? No sir, I can't remember" It's a Hemi in this Scat, no, we can't surrender And my windows tinted, really put shit under I got blood diamonds in my pendent I got a feelin' they'll use my lyrics in my sentence We pop out and play with switches Anywhere them bitches get it, .40 Glock, my pistol kickin' Ayy, look me in my eyes Tell me, have you ever witnessed M-one killings? Ever spinned and doubled back because the clip wasn't empty? We don't shoot at houses, we walk down, hop out vehicles What the fuck, nigga? Look me in my eyes Just look me in my eyes and tell me that's how this shit go What you know 'bout movin' your folks, so you can handle smoke? Night owl with that Drac', must be OVO What the fuck, nigga?
Writer(s): Javarri Walker, Ivan Zhmakin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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