Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchell Ofa
Mitchell Ofa
Composer
Gerald Odu
Gerald Odu
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YDD Maven
YDD Maven
Producer

Lyrics

(Yeah, it's Maven, we gon' kill 'em)
Sipping the lean, I be drinking (woah)
I'ma pop up the lean, I'ma sip it (I sip it)
I'ma whip up the money, the guap (guap)
It's a big body, bitch, it's a Tonka
I'll shoot down my opps (oh)
Woah, woah, I'll shoot down my opps (my opps)
Bitch, I'ma swerve, bitch, I'ma swerve (I swerve)
Know I be keeping the Juice like I'm Herb (like Herb)
Fuck with that Yeat 'cause we up in the 'burbs
Bentley Mulsanne, bitch, I came in a herd (herd)
What you sayin'? Bitch, you know I ain't heard
What you sayin'? Bitch, you know I ain't playing
Fucked her bad, bitch, she know that I'm banging
I'm YNW, that iron I'm slanging, woah(I'm slanging)
That iron, that iron, that iron I'm slanging(woah, woah, I'm slanging)
Huh, huh, I'ma keep Rick tucked, keep Rick
Huh, I'ma keep Rick tucked
Huh, shawty want me, I'ma fake her one time with it
Bet, we'll see, tell me what? It died down?
Looking at it, get a bad real jacket
I'ma put a bucket in the seat
Yeah, real good
Prolly finish when I see the bezel
Yeah, real wrestle, shawty want the vessels
Big moves, still walk up, bet I'm in 'em zombie shoes, uh
Pull on the bitch, she wanna grab her boobs, uh
Pull up, I don't love her, love her attitude
Really don't care, I don't fall in love without attitude
Uh, pull the trigger, na, I won't fight you
Made man stamped in this shit, I got Pro Tools, uh
Push me to edge, I'm gon' fall through
Better watch your back 'cause I'm sliding with your block too, uh
I ain't seen 'em twice, bet that boy flew
Get it back on track, we be walking through his whole hood, uh
Pass the lighter back, I want smoke too, real shit
I almost fucked up my lungs and my soul too, uh
Now I'm eating good food
Remember all the days I was skipping school (uh)
Almost quit school
Now a na woke up in the morning 6'2" (yeah, yeah, uh)
It's been real good, counting cash in a big room (uh-uh-uh)
Tryna teach my teachers you don't even gotta read books
Yeah, if we gon' sell, you know I'll be good (uh, uh)
Yeah, huh, huh, how come all these bitches the same? (Same, same)
Told my mama, she said
"Lil' boy, you my son, just stay in your lane" (homicide, what?)
I got all the cash, I be spending, yeah, come with my fame, uh, ooh
Mixed with the trap, trap one time
Now they going for fame
(what, what, what?)
Huh, on God, she tryna fuck with the substance
I know you love that, she said that she love me
She tryna fuck with our substance
Huh, yeah, uh, she tryna fuck with the substance (what?)
How she so deep with the substance?
Baby, she tryna fuck with the substance
Sipping the lean, I be drinking (woah)
I'ma pop up the lean, I'ma sip it (I sip it)
I'ma whip up the money, the guap (guap)
It's a big body, bitch, it's a Tonka
I'll shoot down my opps (oh)
Woah, woah, I'll shoot down my opps (my opps)
Bitch, I'ma swerve, bitch, I'ma swerve (I swerve)
Know I be keeping the Juice like I'm Herb (like Herb)
Fuck with that Yeat 'cause we up in the 'burbs
Bentley Mulsanne, bitch, I came in a herd (herd)
What you sayin'? Bitch, you know I ain't heard
What you sayin'? Bitch, you know I ain't playing
Fucked her bad, bitch, she know that I'm banging
I'm YNW, that iron I'm slanging, woah(I'm slanging)
That iron, that iron, that iron I'm slanging(woah, woah, I'm slanging)
Written by: Gerald Odu, Mitchell Ofa
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