Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beno
Vocals
Drego
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Scarber
Songwriter
Brian Rivers
Songwriter
Deandre Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drego
Producer
Lyrics
Ay, hook get behind me, I'm fleeing (what?)
Brand-new case, I don't need it
275 straight to Cleveland (275 straight to Cleveland)
Ooh, damn (damn)
Yeah, that price low, I need it
Stack it to the sky, repeat it
Buscemi drip from Phoenix
Where the Hi-Tech? I need it (where the Hi-Tech? I need it)
Two Styrofoams, I need it (two Styrofoams, I need it)
Let me see how fast you can drink it
Take it all off, don't tease me (take it all off, don't-)
Can't let a nigga trick me off the streets
When I'm in your city, 260 for a G
Hell yeah, boy, I love the beef
When I come back, yeah, it's all on me
Man, one Styrofoam for me (one Styrofoam for me)
Where the Wockhardt? I need it (where the Wockhardt? I need it)
Oh, you want some smoke with me?
Throw your ass a party, boy, Marco-Bittie
I just heard doggie was a opp (doggie is a opp)
I just bought Beans a new pot (Beans a new pot)
I just bought me a new Glock
I gotta watch out for the opps
I can tell the truth, she won't believe me
I can count it fast, you won't believe it
I been living, fighting all these demons (fighting all these demons)
I just tapped in with the Reaper (tapped in with the Reaper)
Ay, we can take it to another level if you want me to (if you want me to)
Ay, you can get some Yves Saint Laurent if you want it, boo
Ay, you can get the Chanel sneaks if you want 'em too (huh)
What you think she do for the shoes?
What you think she do for the blues? (Think she do for the blues)
What you think I did with your boo? (Huh)
Bang bang, John Witherspoon (bang bang, John Witherspoon)
We gon' count it in the living room
She gon' sucky-sucky in the fitting room
Flip it, add it, stack it (stack it)
Whip it up, wrap it in plastic (plastic)
Drego says she ratchet (ratchet)
I wanna see if she ratted (huh)
Baby, what you want? You can grab it
It don't really even matter (don't really even matter)
I wanna see if you a classic
I wanna see if she tatted (if she tatted)
He say he wanna beef, I told him, "Beat it"
Can't hear my music, you might leak it (leak it)
Take you to the water, can't make you drink it (drink it)
I made 30 thousand, then I freaked it (freaked it)
Made 50 thousand, then I freaked it (freaked it)
Better get your hoe, she on some freak shit
Yeah, she play her role on the weekdays
But she a freak on the weekends
Man, lil' bitch always want some free shit
Yeah, I done dove in the deep end
Told her tuck the dope in her cleavage
Smooth 30 thousand off sleevage
I blew 50 thousand, should've seen it
They copy my style, yeah, I peep it
These lil' Dregos, yeah, I see 'em
I'm all in her mouth, I'm orthopedic
She say, "I see you're back on your leanage" (back on your leanage)
Take you to the syrup, can't make you drink it (syrup, can't make you drink)
Feed the hoe Patrón, I make her drink it (feed the hoe Patrón)
He hit it with the two, Derek Jeter (huh)
I feel like Jaden and Beyoncé
I sip some drank to get my mind straight (mind straight)
Y-3, yeah, it came from Kanye (Kanye)
My bitch, yeah, she came from the runway (runway)
Fly the foreign wrong way down the one-way (one-way)
You think we just need a lil', we need the whole thing (whole thing)
Walking out the bank, don't think my shit stank (huh)
I had a long day, go and pour the drank (pour the drank)
She got a nice body, but the bitch lame (bitch lame)
Playin' with that boy, Marco-Bittie (Marco-Bittie)
Grand slams goin' for 250 (250)
Nigga, is you with me or against me?
Man, she say we act the same, Marco-Bittie (same, Marco-Bittie)
My baby run through the work swiftly
I told lil' baby, "Work with me" (huh)
We runnin' through the loaves like we Penny (huh)
He ain't get it, hold up, Beans finished
Put some light loose change on your fitted (fit)
I'm a rock star, boy, like Hendrix (Hendrix)
Mike Amiri this and that, I'm drippin'
Throw the pussy at me, I'ma pimp it (pimp it)
We just poured a five in the Sprizzy
I just caught a bag, I'ma crib it
Man, the temperature risin', I feel it
The digital dash ridiculous
Got Missy Elliot, Timbaland
This bitch, she eloquent, diligent
Fatality, the pussy, boy, I finished it (yeah)
I know the chicken man (I know the chicken man)
I told him, "Pull up with the wing-ding dinner then"
Massaging her ass, she digging it (massaging her ass, she digging it)
I'm blowing this bag, she witnessed it (blowing this bag, she witnessed it)
She wanted to brag on Instagram
He want his bitch back, it's killing him (huh)
She all in her bag, got her classy ass (what is we doin'?)
We sneakin' and fuckin', her daddy here (what is he doin'?)
I'm thinking he listening, he tryna hear
I'ma cut straight into him, he come up here (cut straight into him)
Put one in the head, I'm out of here
She hittin' the head for Prada fare (hittin' the head for Prada fare)
Five hundred for head, that's Prada fair
She need it for hair, her toes, her nails
If she squeeze her pussy, I'll pay her bills (come here)
If I go to prison, she pay the bail
Whoo, we sneakin' and fuckin', her mama here
She told me be quiet 'cause she downstairs (boy)
I sneak in and fuck, and I'm out of here (yeah)
It's 12 o'clock, dawg, I just bust a seal
This lil' bitch just asked me what's in the pill
I gave her a Perc', asked her how it feel (how it feel?)
I told her, Come with me and make a mil'"
I been off the porch, ask my uncle Phil
I really don't want it if it ain't a mil' (uh-huh)
I really don't want you, can't keep it real (uh-huh)
Mercedes-Benz with the massaging chairs (massaging chairs)
Watch how you drive 'cause it's drank in here
Drippin' real good off this Fendi wear (huh)
She nasty, bitch suck the dick anywhere (anywhere)
Writer(s): Deandre Pearson
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