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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakeem Calief Myer
Rakeem Calief Myer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Producer
Trevor Wright
Trevor Wright
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah What you say to 'em? What you say? Uh What you say? Uh Yeah (Fidelity) I like this Yo Ten toes on burnin' coals The burner's close; niggas can't touch me, I'm a germophobe So many turncoats, no wonder I been turnin' cold It's too cold to return your coat You told your channel's stove Back when Zo was servin' blow he copped from Birdo The Sterling he drove was Merlot Word on a stroll, heard on the low, Marcberg'll murder a hoe Then blow in the Porsche 911 Turbo Never know, it might be your turn to go Spin your block, it'll probably leave a crop circle You'll get shot with the .32, 11 dottin' your bifocal The thick Jamaican, big batty gal, Bogle Feel my vocals? Somehow I went from local to global From small-time rapper to mogul I ain't gon' even hold you There's no room on the scrotum, you gotta keep it mobile That's a quotable Anytime I go in the booth, lil' homie, it's non-negotiable Possible length with the coke, nose, spoon Spoon in the old school look like the one in Ricky Schroder room Fuck, nigga Niggas kidnap your girlfriend (uh-huh) Money still make the world spin (yeah) Niggas ain't gettin' none of it (niggas ain't gettin' no money) What you say to 'em? Fuck 'em, then I was cross, so I bought a crossbow Your boss is a hoe and suck balls, also Got more style in my small toe than your whole torso I oughta burn your whole wardrobe You know I wore stones the size of gallstones Motherfuckers got the gall to call my phone Talkin' 'bout the bullet holes in your daughter room That's the warning when you ignore the rules It's war when you put salt on wounds, like when you ordered food I'm testin' your mental fortitude Ice on the Muller made the water cool I put on a pool; niggas ruined the Cuban, I'm gonna puke (y'all fucked them up) Shit isn't new, we need a reboot They took what we do and repeat the loop It's gettin' easier to sleep through I'm just speakin' truth We can keep this between me and you or get medieval We kill innocent people, you know? Ya dig? Uh (crazy) You just gotta let that ride (crazy) Yeah Know what I'm sayin'? Niggas kidnap your girlfriend Money still make the world spin Niggas ain't gettin' none of it What you say to 'em? Fuck 'em, then Fuck 'em then What you say to 'em? What you say? What you say? Uh
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