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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Toosii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Dua
Samuel Dua
Composer
David Tamas
David Tamas
Composer
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Lyrics
Jose Luise Reynoso-Contreras
Jose Luise Reynoso-Contreras
Composer
Ryan Nerby
Ryan Nerby
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toosii
Toosii
Recording Engineer
Hozay
Hozay
Producer
Samuel Dua
Samuel Dua
Producer
David Tamas
David Tamas
Producer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
KINGFISHER beats
KINGFISHER beats
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, ayy They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me I'm hoppin' out of the V I got about two or three foreigns Rich nigga, still put a nigga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist It'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee Only nigga do a hit Sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me They gon' maneuver with me Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty My bitch look a lil' foreign But she just black and that pussy too crack She know a nigga with the shits I'll send a nigga right off the map I gotta stick, still ridе with a ghost gun Her friend bad, need both of 'em I know shе tired of niggas 'cause None of these niggas ain't got no motion Niggas be broke, I'm hoppin' out when it's smoke .40 inside of my coat Hit a nigga, make 'em dead to the world Niggas be actin' too woke I just might go like Lambo V12 Black interior leather, I'm the G.O.A.T I just might throw on all of my jewels And a nigga be feelin' like I'm on a boat, yeah Extension go, "Frrt," fifty-round mag' but I'm pullin' up 42 Dugg I might go Porshe frog-eyes Pullin' up on a bad bitch in a bug Never been lame nigga I ain't pulllin' up on no bad bitch for no hug Play with my money I feel like Big Worm I'll pull up on you 'bout a dub, yeah They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me I'm hoppin' out of the V I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga Still put a nigga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist It'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee Only nigga do a hit Sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me They gon' maneuver with me Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like two-fifty Two phone, three phone, cuttin' my ring off I ain't tryna hear what a bitch say Tryna beef with a nigga like me We gon' turn this bitch into blitz day She try to ask me what time it was I don't know but I hold up my wrist, ayy Wavin' it left to right, and put my diamonds right in a bitch face I got Bottega all on my case, uh, nigga, my car is expensive Better look in the garage and look in my crib None of my cars is rented I be ridin' five percent with twenty on the wind-shield My cars is tinted Make a nigga move out of his spot like I'm movin' in and I'm the lieutenant, yeah Who want smoke with the Ps? Got her throwin' up Vs, she two times Florida bitch, she yell, "Glee," I'm about my green like I'm a crouton Yeah, she wanna fuck with a nigga Charge her for the dick, give her a coupon Yeah, I don't trust not a soul I'm fuckin' a bitch and I got my shoes on (Yeah) I told you last time It was my last time They tried to tell me that I was gon' need you That was the past time (Yeah) Killers might pull up inside of the 'Vette, uh They be on bad time (Yeah) They just might rock you to bed and Shoot at your head like it was just nap time They wanna know what it's like to be a nigga like me I'm hoppin' out of the V I got about two or three foreigns, rich nigga Still put a nigga past a tree And this glizzy on the side of my waist It'll crop a nigga, still put a nigga on a tee Only nigga do a hit Sing love songs and still put a bitch on her knees Yeah, this a new 'Vette, uh I'm hoppin' out with a TEC, uh Brodie done sent me a text We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh Shoot a nigga, got a couple shooters with me They gon' maneuver with me Ask how many shots inside of this car It fit like two-fifty
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Ryan Nerby, Samuel Kwaku Dua, Jose Reynos, David Tamas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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