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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Westside Gunn
Stimme und Gesang
EST Gee
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
George Stone III
Songwriter:in
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Westside Gunn
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Tay Keith
Produzent:in
Deats
Produzent:in
Larrence Miller
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Produzent:in
Hotton Harold
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Super FlyGod)
[Chorus]
Ayo, model bitches in my section, one ho tried to touch me (Nah)
Told that bitch, "Don't press your luck, you lucky if you suck me" (Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
You ain't never live like me (Uh-uh), get praises by the junkies
You ain't never live like me, split chi-chis with your bunky (Ah)
Tasteless ****, CC's all on me and still look bummy (Ah)
All this BB on me oversized, I'm lookin' husky
Choppin' bricks like Cobra Kai (Hiya), Hermes plate lookin' dusty (Ah)
I knew I can get a hundred when the plug wife hugged me
[Verse 1]
Kissed me on both cheeks and said "Westside, you look like money" (Mwah)
Fishbowl on the Maybach truck, sippin' Ace while it's jumpy (Ah)
McLaren Road, in a McLaren Road (Skrrt)
You **** is food (Ah), see me fashion week June
I'm not in the mood (Uh-uh), bitch, don't fuck up my groove (Fuck up my groove)
I fuck 'em in twos, look at my jewels
Studs on Balenci' crocs, look at the shoes (Look at the shoes)
I don't even got no opps (Uh-uh), we put 'em on snooze (Brrt)
Still use a fork in the pot and hundred round tools (Hundred round tools)
Still use a lock in a sock (Ah), we sellin' that dope (Dope)
[Chorus]
Model bitches in my section, one ho tried to touch me
Told that bitch, "Don't press your luck, you lucky if you suck me"
You ain't never live like me (Uh-uh), get praises by the junkies
You ain't never live like me, split chi-chis with your bunky
Tasteless ****, CC's all on me and still look bummy (Ah)
All this BB on me oversized, I'm lookin' husky
Choppin' bricks like Cobra Kai, Hermes plate lookin' dusty (Ah, woo)
I knew I can get a hundred when the plug wife hugged me
[Verse 2]
Wizard of OZs, Geeski laid a brick road out Kentucky
Led me to the D, pull up from three like Rodney Stuckey (Pull up from the three)
How you sleep at night knowing you sheist'? I tell 'em, "Comfy" (I sleep good)
Like to bump, no pass when we in the field, should've played rugby (Like to bump, bump, bump, bump, bump)
Ain't no need to love, love cost pain I think it's dumpy
Jump out on a lame and said my name, my aim ain't rusty
You gon' see God, you punch me, knockin' 'bows like Muggsy
I'm the shit, **** can't flush me, let me thug how I be thuggin'
All my whips is luxury, this your first time seeing it 'cause me
My mom made a gangster, so a gangster how her son be
Taught me keep my banger, know it's haters want her son bleed
Told him I'm a snake him, so it's his fault if he trust me (Stupid ****)
Written by: Alvin Worthy, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dominik Patrzek, George Stone III