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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Wesley Lucas
John Wesley Lucas
Songwriter
Anh-tuan Antoine Tran
Anh-tuan Antoine Tran
Songwriter
Chi Nhan Trieu
Chi Nhan Trieu
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jw Lucas
Jw Lucas
Producer
Atake
Atake
Producer
Sluzyyy
Sluzyyy
Producer
Oscar Cornejo
Oscar Cornejo
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eric Klem
Eric Klem
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Solitaire stones, carats bugs (solitaire stones) You did the bitch wrong and now the bitch gone, she posted with a thug (yeah, with a thug) Call the bitch phone, she won't come home, don't beat her up (don't beat her up) It must be the drugs (it must be the drugs), need to cross out your plug, yeah-yeah Higgin' that thick lil' shit, she bad, she like to get hugs (like to get hugs) Told her she can post that shit on the Fin', but never in pub' (never in pub', no) Done fucked around and made her a member just because (just because, yeah) Havin' your favorite rapper tender 'bout these girls (these girls) Don't shoot up the party (don't shoot), your lil' ho, she gnarly (rockstar) Your lil' bitch, she want it (yeah), she want an AP, I go a Carti' (Carti') Pussy drippin' like water (splash), pussy gon' cause violence (violence) Rich nigga gon' spoil her, you tender niggas a problem (problem) Sniper sittin' on the roof (sniper), I ain't sparin' none, I'ma shoot (I'm tellin' ya) She know I ain't runnin' out of loot (no, no), brain one, multiply by two (let's roll) Pockets steak, eatin' wagyu (steak), niggas fake, yeah, they fast food (fake) I'm higher, I'm flyin' to you (high), when I come outside, they through (on God) (Yeah) Solitaire stones, carats bugs (solitaire stones) You did the bitch wrong and now the bitch gone, she posted with a thug (yeah, with a thug) Call the bitch phone, she won't come home, don't beat her up (don't beat her up) It must be the drugs (it must be the drugs), need to cross out your plug, yeah-yeah David Blaine, go to Magic with my gang (David Blaine) See Rick James, diamonds white lookin' like cocaine (he's Rick James) When I fuck on that lil' bitty bitch, yeah, she do great (suck it) When you fuck on that lil' bitty ho, yeah, she lose weight (trust me) She used to be out on the boat and the paddle, now she on the yacht (yacht) Trained to go when it's time to battle, yeah, we on the block (block, woo) Wipin' your nose with the tissue, not wipin' no snot (snot, woo) Tell me, lil' bro, what's your issue? It's over a thot (thot) You said that it's bigger than that (it's big), but no, it is not (no, it is not) It's 'cause I be diggin' in that (ya dig?), it got 'em hot (they got 'em hot) I'm givin' respect (shit), but I know you not (i know you not) Your bitch on my neck (your bitch), your bitch at the spot (spot) (Yeah) Solitaire stones, carats bugs (solitaire stones) You did the bitch wrong and now the bitch gone, she posted with a thug (yeah, with a thug) Call the bitch phone, she won't come home, don't beat her up (don't beat her up) It must be the drugs (it must be the drugs), need to cross out your plug, yeah-yeah Higgin' that thick lil' shit, she bad, she like to get hugs (like to get hugs) Told her she can post that shit on the Fin', but never in pub' (never in pub', no) Done fucked around and made her a member just because (just because, yeah) Havin' your favorite rapper tender 'bout these girls (these girls)
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