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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Cash Kidd
Cash Kidd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cash Kidd
Cash Kidd
Songwriter
Bianca Landrau
Bianca Landrau
Songwriter
Cory Evans
Cory Evans
Songwriter
Craig Love
Craig Love
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Songwriter
Jordan Scott
Jordan Scott
Songwriter
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
Moses Barrett III
Moses Barrett III
Songwriter
LA MARQUIS JEFFERSON
LA MARQUIS JEFFERSON
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Tez Lamont
Tez Lamont
Producer
Anton Pastoria
Anton Pastoria
Recording Engineer
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Producer

Lyrics

You ain't never had the feds investigate you You ain't never had the bad hoes wanna date you You a bad bitch, daddy gotta to spank you My nigga fresh out the pen he might shank you Extendo, I don't rock with no stock clips If you chilling with the opps you getting shot with Bad hoes love a nigga out in Stockton They let my shorty in the party with a Glock 10 Poppin', yeah bitch I'm so poppin' I got pounds, I got keys, is you shopping? I sip lean, not no green, ain't no Watson I'ma fuck your life up 'cause I'm toxic Want her, fuck her, hit her, duck her Catch up lil' nigga, with mustard What up bitch? Geesy fucking up the summer Sad hoes looking like what a bummer She wanna suck my dick cause I'm funner Niggas lame, all he wanna do is love her Buster, we be fucking under covers But we ain't never fuck with a undercover Feds watchin', lil' nigga, yeah, the feds listenin' I just popped a perc 20 now my head spinnin' You ain't never touched no money you ain't bread winning I don't even wanna fuck I'm just head getting, ay What up my nigga, Geesy? Ay, your bitch the bread winner Broke ass bum, better cool it down like September I feel like Melly, I ride around with dead niggas No, I feel like Michael Jackson how my hand glisten Bitch wanna try suck no dick I'm on a next mission If we got the right to bear arms, then I'm Ted nigga Diamonds two step, say that's a cool necklace What a rude heifer, dirty shoes all on my new leather Feel like Hugh Hefner, difference is bitch can't stay here He got hit with that drake, hope he take care My dog still selling tight white but not the Hanes pair I don't want no smoke with these niggas 'cause I don't play fair Ay, nigga capping like he stepping Got attachments like I'm pressure Fill his chest up like a treasure My bitch milking 'til the sun come up she ain't a parent Bugs Bunny, you gonna say, "What's up doc?," reach for these carrots nigga I just bought another chop I don't play those games Just so I can leave a nigga like Taylor Gang Good bread off this sauce like Raising Canes I got neck on the spot, I ain't catch her name You think you can fuck with me, bet your life on it Hit a bitch and I ain't care, I'm not a white woman Big Cuban ice on it, nigga come and try something You took a hundred from the K, bitch, that's 900, ay
Writer(s): Diego Javier Avendano, Alejandro Carranza, Corey L. Evans, La Marquis Jefferson, Moses Barrett Iii, Jonathan H. Smith, Marc Anthony Smith, Craig D. Love, Jordan Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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