Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dominique Bryant
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Freddy "Scalez" Lopez
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rolandi "Row The Hitman" Ventura
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Ay
Ay
Pulling up in my
Yeah
Harlem
Row the Hitman better get your Shooters
Pulling up in my what
Feeling like I'm so up let's go
No snaps on the petro
Nigga you might be stuck
That's cold
Gotta get to this paper
Feeling like I'm so up obsurd
Gotta get this paper
Feeling like I'm next up that's word
I said I'm Pulling up in my what huh
Feeling like I'm so up let's go
No snaps on the petro
Nigga you might be stuck
That's cold
Gotta get to this paper
Feeling like I'm so up obsurd
Gotta get this paper
Feeling like I'm next up that's word
Pulling up in my old whip
Pulling up in my new whip
And I keep a Becky and she looks like She's from Clueless
And her black friend w her and she Looks like she's from clueless Queen
Trick I really do this
Trick I really do this
On my way to who knows where
Just know that I can make it there
Got dank and Good company
If that ain't do it not a care
That's living living
Living good Like Mr.Rogers Neighborhood
Got hella fits when it comes to this I'm a Specialist
Big bodies woo
Get a bitch bodied woo
Kill her shit so bad
She like to call me HoZ Homi whoa
Dominican she vegan but she loving My Salami
If she he got a friend I put her on With Hurricane Johnny
Yeah That's my brother
From another mother
We gon hustle til them diamonds Stone cold
No stunner
And we up so fly we soaring
In a whip so foreign
That if trump sees it
He might try to deport it
Bitch I'm ballin when I'm
Pulling up in my what
Feeling like I'm so up let's go
No snaps on the petro
Nigga you might be stuck
That's cold
Gotta get to this paper
Feeling like I'm so up obsurd
Gotta get this paper
Feeling like I'm next up that's word
I said I'm Pulling up in my what huh
Feeling like I'm so up let's go
No snaps on the petro
Nigga you might be stuck
That's cold
Gotta get to this paper
Feeling like I'm so up obsurd
Gotta get this paper
Feeling like I'm next up that's word
Cruising riding
Who's inside
A real one if you look inside
No looking low
I'm way too high
I'm all about my bills Like Nye
The science guy
Defiance I
Can't see them like I'm going Blind
A stand up guy
Can't fall behind
No flakin I'm from 139
That's Harlem what
Harlem what
Double up or nothing
So don't plant no words
If money trees ain't part of the Discussion
And I Keep a baddie
Man that head hitting
No concussion
Bout to blow up like combustion
Got em mad looking disgusted
As I'm
Pulling up in my what
Feeling like I'm so up let's go
No snaps on the petro
Nigga you might be stuck
That's cold
Gotta get to this paper
Feeling like I'm so up obsurd
Gotta get this paper
Feeling like I'm next up that's word
I said I'm Pulling up in my what huh
Feeling like I'm so up let's go
No snaps on the petro
Nigga you might be stuck
That's cold
Gotta get to this paper
Feeling like I'm so up obsurd
Gotta get this paper
Feeling like I'm next up that's word
Pulling up in my
Word word word word
Pulling up in my
Word word watch me
Swerve swerve swerve
Swerve swerve swerve
Pulling up in my what
Feeling like I'm so up
No snaps on the petro
Nigga you might be stuck
Gotta get to this paper
Feeling like I'm so up
Gotta get this paper
Feeling like I'm next up
I said I'm pulling up in my what
Writer(s): Bryan Dominguez
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