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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Vocals
Radiate
Radiate
Programming
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Programming
Synthetic
Synthetic
Programming
Zuko
Zuko
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Spencer Mott
Spencer Mott
Songwriter
Zach Cassell
Zach Cassell
Songwriter
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Radiate
Radiate
Producer
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Producer
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
Zuko
Zuko
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Real nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', take his ass off, yeah Two-twenty on the dash, hit the button then I blast off Nigga ain't never believe in the craft Now they wanna ask for handouts Wouldn't wanna be in the streets forever I'm tryna take a better route New whip, no lease, hit fifth, some keys Patek Philippe, more money come to me My list, strategic, she lurk my shit, she creepin' Ass fat, I don't think 'bout cheatin' You starve that ho, I'm gon' feed her Shooters hoppin' out the truck, yeah Bang bitches like a muk, yeah Check came in, that's a dub But a dub not enough It's a hit every time I speak Got bitches flockin' like a dove And a young nigga so stupid up But I be talkin' like the plug But I be— Pour, pour more red, I need it Switch thots, she too conceited Hit the stage, rock it out, nigga ain't scared for nothin' Been gettin' on too many hoes, what can I say? I love to fuck No love for a nigga, I ain't givin' handouts I was just a lil' nigga, bossed up, I'm the man now I was tryna play it safe, now I got a fan now I ain't good at keepin' secrets, shawty gettin' aired out OG told me, "You a player now," I ain't playin' with 'em now Think she stayin' with me, nah, grab your shit and get it out Told bae, "I ain't crashin' out," I gotta do it for our kids Wasn't no food up in the fridge, now I got ice, I'm the fridge Yeah, go shopping, taking 'em off Yeah, lil' shawty wetter than dolphin I might go bag up at Neimans, I'm probably goin' to Dover I'm ridin' the Rover, buzzin' my trap phone, it's a Motorola At Crazy Girlz, I'm throwin' bows, taking a stripper bitch home Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go My baby asked me for a baby Birkin, I said no Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go Got red Hi-Tech in my cup, overflow
Writer(s): Rio Francesco Leyva, Javier Mercado, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Spencer Allen Mott, Rich Amiri, Zach Cassel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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