Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Stimme und Gesang
CMG The Label
CMG The Label
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter:in
Darius Henry
Darius Henry
Songwriter:in
Abdallah Ahmad
Abdallah Ahmad
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Yung Dee
Yung Dee
Produzent:in
Rvei Wav
Rvei Wav
Produzent:in
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mischtechniker:in
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Mischtechniker:in
Jorge Ace Taveras
Jorge Ace Taveras
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I been runnin' laps 'round these ****, got no respect for they big homies
Just like Dugg say, "I got that shit on me"
Uh, blue face, my Patek, I call it Chrisean (Chrisean)
Hood bitch, I took her to Crustaceans
Yeah, bitch, this garlic noodles, this shit fine dinin' (Oddles and noodles)
Yes, I'm tryna fuck, you know I'm on that timin' (I am)
Nah, I ain't Zelle'd her, but I Delta (Delta)
Put her on that first-class flight after I nailed her
Uh, I'm too big, I don't shop with Wafi (Retired 'em)
If you smart, you gon' stack the profit
Everything solitary certified
Everything throw-aways and modified
You know the code, close your mouth and keep it quiet (Shh)
You know these hoes, money gone, they leave your side
You know these **** hate and try to justify it
You know these hoes ain't none of our hoes, they switchin' sides
In your car, next week, they with the opps (With the opps)
I hope she in that bitch when they spray the car (Brrr)
I'm sorry, but I'm really not
I be in a Phantom in a pair of Crocs
Universal meetin' with a dirty Glock
Hope no offender run up on me, end up gettin' shot
Square feet, twenty thousand square feet
My house like a small mall, I'm losin' shit every week (Damn)
Aye, I think the maids might be stealin' from me (Stealin' from me)
I think the chef might be spyin' on me (Spyin')
Paranoid, I think the trainer might be wired up (Wired up)
Fuck it, roll it up, and gon' fire it up
I don't even smoke, but I've been stressin' lately
Last night, no rubber, probably had a baby (Ugh)
Fuck it, twinnin', matchin' watches we winnin' (Winnin')
I'm prayin' while I'm sinnin' (Sinnin')
God gotta forgive me
[Outro]
Yung Dee made the beat, so I rapped on it
Ain't no cap on it, but I snapped on it
Dee, you poppin' yo' shit, ****
Yung Dee made the beat, so I rapped on it
Ain't no cap on it, but I snapped on it
Written by: Abdallah Ahmad, Darius Henry, Mario Mims
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