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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Giggs
Giggs
Vocals
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel DiPrima
Daniel DiPrima
Composer
Diego Salvador Vizcarra
Diego Salvador Vizcarra
Composer
Jason Neville Thompson
Jason Neville Thompson
Lyrics
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Muchogotit
Muchogotit
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Daniel Taylor
Daniel Taylor
Producer

Lyrics

(MuchoGotIt) We just pulled up on 'em, we just got 'em by chance Thought he was a general, we got his five stars I cannot be winnin' and I let my guys starve Extended clip, 25 sparks Ran up in your office and we tear up five staff (haha) Thought it was a joke until we got the last laugh (last laugh) Tell me 'bout no numbers, give a fuck about charts These niggas fake and they just play parts (haha) I don't trust 'em, we fell out He would say we left him out (haha) I'm in there with Double S You just got the FN out They on some pretentious vibe But me, I'm from that mental side Where you pull up unidentified In a high, you're meant to slide Touch my little bro, it's gonna cost your right arm See all of these niggas in here, those are my dawgs I'm just doin' me, so please don't cross on my path The bar, I'm layin' low, don't stay on five palm Move it over there, that isn't me, I might pass Diss me once before and then again I'm like, "Nah" Got him one that's drivin', nigga hit a parked car They talk a good game, but niggas half-heart We just pulled up on 'em, we just got 'em by chance Thought he was a general, we got his five stars I cannot be winnin' and I let my guys starve Extended clip, 25 sparks Ran up in your office and we tear up five staff Thought it was a joke until we got the last laugh Tell me 'bout no numbers, give a fuck about charts These niggas fake and they just play parts Smack a rapper Then we smack the entourage Layin' in your bushes (21) I got on my camouflage Runnin' from the stick (21) I just gave 'em ass shots Spray a nigga team (pussy) Then we spray the mascots I got mad pulls on 6 to London (on God) Fuck the metal detector, I still brought my gun in (on God) Hit her from the back, you know I'm stickin' my thumb in (21) I heard you got questions and your ass start hummin' (pussy) We don't do no arguin', we bun 'em If you cross that line, you know your ass is gettin' somethin' (facts) Hate to see her leave, but I be lovin' when she comin' (on God) 50 on the switch, I might trip out and get to drummin' (grrt) Pussy (grrt) Drive by, you rookie Wanna see me? Book me (21) You mad 'cause your wifey choosin', wanna give me cookie (21) When I get my green card, I'm goin' straight to Brixton (on God) I don't do no hair, but all my Glocks got extensions (21) We just pulled up on 'em, we just got 'em by chance Thought he was a general, we got his five stars I cannot be winnin' and I let my guys starve Extended clip, 25 sparks Ran up in your office and we tear up five staff Thought it was a joke until we got the last laugh Tell me 'bout no numbers, give a fuck about charts These niggas fake and they just play parts (MuchoGotIt)
Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Daniel Diprima, Mucho Gotit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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