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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Programming
DT
DT
Programming
Biinx
Biinx
Programming
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Songwriter
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
Dorien Theus
Dorien Theus
Songwriter
Braxton Acoff
Braxton Acoff
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Producer
DT
DT
Producer
Biinx
Biinx
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Edgard "Young Era" Herrera
Edgard "Young Era" Herrera
Recording Engineer
Tom Norris
Tom Norris
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

No, I can't stand her, switchin' hoes like switchin' the channel Don't be wishin' for shit you can't handle, yeah Block your number, I got handles I know she was tryna fuck with the star, yeah, that's probably if I let you I know she was tryna fuck with the squad, so I'ma send her to the next dude Know you not used to this shit, oh, my God, camouflage then She wanna fuck with a star, hold this gas and roll that up then, yeah Know you not used to this shit, oh, my God, count it up then She wanna fuck with a star, hold this gas and roll that up then, yeah Move like a ghost when I'm in the town She on my phone when I'm in L.A Like, "What you on?" Like, "Where you at?" "I'm 'bout to pull up and show you something" You should know shit, I ain't on that I know it that she let him tour that The bullshit, no, I ain't for that Phone on DND, thought I ignored that I got a TEC, you don't want a shell Pullin' up, smellin' like gas and Chanel Don't even know if they wishin' you well Smile in your face, they wishin' you hell Not leavin' a trail Can't tell 'em a secret, nah, then tell 'em the tale, yeah How many racks? Add that I run to the racks, no backtrack The lame shit, yeah, you can have that I know all the reasons they mad at I know what you bad at Shawty, too bad, I bagged that I'm in the lab, can't chat back And you on some shit I can't stand, yeah No, I can't stand her, switchin' hoes like switchin' the channel Don't be wishin' for shit you can't handle, yeah Block your number, I got handles I know she was tryna fuck with the star, yeah, that's probably if I let you I know she was tryna fuck with the squad, so I'ma send her to the next dude Know you not used to this shit, oh, my God, camouflage then She wanna fuck with a star, hold this gas and roll that up then, yeah Know you not used to this shit, oh, my God, count it up then She wanna fuck with a star, hold this gas and roll that up then, yeah
Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Dorien Robert Marchand Theus, Rio Francesco Leyva, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Braxton Acoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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