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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyTron
BabyTron
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Johnson IV
James Johnson IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BabyTron
BabyTron
Mixing Engineer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Spatial Mixing Engineer
enrgy beats
enrgy beats
Producer

Lyrics

(Enrgy made this one) Lil' d-d-dime bitch match the blick, this a ten milli' How the? How the fuck you still ain't seen a ten, silly? Gave her d-d-d-d-dope dick, you'd think it's Fentyn' When I, when I, when I say I got that toolie, ain't no wrench with me DSM, th-th-throw it up, I got a M with me Still, still strugglin' to pay it, got your rent with me B-b-bitch ain't never tried to help me stack it, but'll spend with me A-a-ask how much sauce is, like it depends, really I can't, I can't even have you 'round if you won't bend with me Lil' c-cuddy pull up, chop it up like watch him vent with me Still, still ain't seen a dub, I just know you can't comprehend shit And my wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up You on some, you on some lil' girl shit, you need to step up I'ma call you m-m-m-m-mustard, man, you need to catch up Rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber band and I can't let up Time to turn my flex up, make a d-d-dub and put a ten up Pull up with that d-d-d-d-d-d, better keep your head up Shit, damn, man, I, I think it's time to turn your flex up V-voom, v-voom, v-v-vroom, I just fucked the 'vette up I forgot this, I forgot the whip wasn't manual He only, only win once a year, that shit annual You could, you could switch teams, won't matter, you ain't valuable You can't, you can't even tell I took the Drac', I'm acting casual Th-th-this my stutter flow, tap the button, watch it stutter, ho' B-b-bitch, you not sis, I ain't finna play the brother role F-f-flyin' in a UF, UFO, this bitch in hover mode G-g-geek streakin', g-g-geek streakin', spent the summer blowed P-p-plug brought that bullshit, I asked him, "Where's the other 'bow?" I'll leave, leave him wide open, but he jumper broke Mon-Moncler, Goosie, and the Dior puffer coat Why, why they still hatin'? Like I really, really wonder, bro Ice-ice-ice-ice cream diamonds look like Custard Co All that play-playin' with my pape', this shit'll get the buster bust I got play-plays to make, ask the bitch, "Is we gon' fuck or what?" I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon' suck or what? I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon' cum or what? L-l-li, l-l-life short, is you havin' fun or what? We, we'll turn your zone into a war, you got your gun or what? Do-do you got enough for another run or what? Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, I got that fucker tucked R-r-rolled up the pantry in my 'wood, this a Gushers blunt Do you? Do you? Do you got a dub or what? Do you? Do you? Do you got a plug or what? A-ask the drank man like, "Do you got some mud or what?" A-ask the Zotti man like, "You got bud or what? Crud or what?" Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm headed up and up You a, you a d-d-dumb-dumb out here trustin' sluts (huh, brr) Bitch, you better bundle up J-j-juice man like OJ, you think that one cup's enough? A-a-asked the bitch like, "You think that one nut's enough?" C-c-cops askin' if I know somethin', it wasn't us or nothin' I got-, I got Alzheimer's, I don't really remember I'm on p-p-pace for eight figures, made 250 December Glick, glick glitchin', shootin' two switchies together Sh-Sh-Shitty Boyz, D-D-Dog Shit Militia
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