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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quin NFN
Quin NFN
Performer
BAK Jay
BAK Jay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Songwriter
Jayvon Crump
Jayvon Crump
Songwriter
Christian Isaac Olivarez
Christian Isaac Olivarez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cio On The Track
Cio On The Track
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(CIO)
(Huh)
You can have my old hoe, ****, that shit old news (old news)
I been standin' on that business 'fore I bought my own shoes (own shoes)
Pussy low and ain't got mileage like a vintage old school
Let him play, I'm on his ass 'cause I can't go like old dude (old dude)
Pop out with a ten of dog shit, that's a Scooby snack (Scooby snack)
Turn on Netflix, then hit the ho, then run the movie back (movie)
Whenever this ho smell that baccarat , that's where she screw me at (screw me at)
Garfield, I'm in the movies playin' with that cootie cat (cootie cat)
We just left the store and now my Beamer got some broads in it (got some broads in it)
I'ma make this ho sing Hallelujah like I'm God in it (like I'm God in it)
We got fish scales inside the trap, I brought my rod in it
I just bought a house, six car garage, but ain't no cars in it
They keep askin' how I got where I'm at, I told 'em God did it
Me and track, pull up double R, Ghost cane with the stars in it (damn)
If they had a real ****, award, I'd play a part in it (****)
Tell that bro he want this shit to blow, then put your heart in it
I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist (uh- huh)
I got women 'cross the world, but I'm still ballin' with my bitch
She don't like the way I treat her, she gon' tell you I ain't shit
That's just how shit go, huh, huh, huh
Tell her drop a low, she send a pen, I pull up right away (pull up right away)
Don't know where I'd be without this beat, I throw that mic away
We gon' heat him up and box him in just like a microwave (go)
If he roll the dice, he pay the price, we take his life away (ayy)
She a groupie, threw that coochie on the first link (on the first link)
Pussy came with holy water like a church seat (huh)
She came to kick it with her boss and now her shirt mink (now her shirt neat)
I just put a dub in her Bottega, now her purse deep (in her purse deep)
I'm the type to put her on a flight 'cause we ain't fuckin' months (we ain't fuckin' months)
This bitch super thick, I seen her backside from the fuckin' front, uh- huh
Beat her down, turn around, take this uppercut, huh
Got her mad, she think I still be fuckin' such and such
So I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist
I got women 'cross the world, but I'm still ballin' with my bitch
She don't like the way I treat her, she gon' tell you I ain't shit
That's just how shit go, huh- huh
I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist
I got women 'cross the world, but I'm still ballin' with my bitch
She don't like the way I treat her, she gon' tell you I ain't shit
That's just how shit go, huh- huh- huh
I put 50 on this watch, of course I flex it in my pics
She ain't wantin' to fuck me back then, now she stay all on my dick
Could be gang if you ain't got B's, only with the 3's, know how I get
That's just how shit go
For that bank, she gon' shake that ass and drop it to the floor
If I can't get out in time, I know lil' shit gon' swing the door
Ayy, man, it's top and hit his throat
Told lil' Ye these bitches hoes to let you know
That's just how shit go
I was high as fuck the first time I took a Perc' to 15
She want 40 a kid 'cause I'm one young **** with big dreams
I got rich at 18, life was hard back then
But found a way to eat my plate clean
Used to serve fiends, now I'm up and they call me the king
Put on with some shit to take you out, no death, ain't got no day
Remember when I ain't got my first check like we outside of state
My brother and you wasn't callin' away, we call when left 'em by the gate
I don't need no fuckin' body and my business might move out of state
That lil' bitch, yeah, she a smooth vibe
I been tryna pull up on hoes and they have no ride
Now I'm in the Lambo' sent a text like, 'Girl, I'm outside'
'Cause we gon' fuck away, I can't love you, I don't do that, baby
I just wanna
Put on with some shit to take you out, no death, ain't got no day
Remember when I ain't got my first check like we outside of state
My brother and you wasn't callin' away, we call when left 'em by the gate
I don't need no fuckin' body and my business might move out
Written by: Christian Isaac Olivarez, Jayvon Crump, Quinlan Sharif McAfee
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