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NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Gilfenbain
Songwriter
Clay Priskorn
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Mungan Cohen
Songwriter
Zachary Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Ian Bailey
Recording Engineer
Audio Jacc
Producer
Clay Priskorn
Producer
Hurtboy AG
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Manohmanfoster
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Lyrics
That shit gon' be crazy, Jacc
Ayy, Rolex on, no chain, slidin' with the doors off
Rollin' through the bottom, tryna knock a nigga top off
Ain't tryna go to jail, we tryna leave that nigga unsolved
I know I'm a dog, so I'm ridin' with the roof off
Ayy, I'm harder than hard, it's not a facade
Fuck it, I'm the realest nigga, innit?
This a Percocet, bitch, this ain't no Xanax, ayy!
Bitch, I'm outer space, I'm so close to planets
Yeah, and I'm fly as hell, I ain't close to landin'
She suck my dick so good, she gon' make me kill her family
When them bullets got to hittin', niggas started dancin'
When them bullets got to hittin', niggas went to prayin'
Margiela cost me 15
I don't know her name, so I guessed and called her Britney
Ain't turnin' myself in, the police gotta come and get me (Ayy)
Murder eczema, it's like my trigger finger itchin'
I think all my opps be snitchin'
Ayy, Rolex on, no chain, slidin' with the doors off
Rollin' through the bottom, tryna knock a nigga top off
Ain't tryna go to jail, we tryna leave that nigga unsolved
I know I'm a dog, so I'm ridin' with the roof off
Ayy, I'm harder than hard, it's not a facade
Fuck it, I'm the realest nigga, innit?
This a Percocet, bitch, this ain't no Xanax, ayy!
Bitch, I'm outer space, I'm so close to planets
Once I tell my niggas, "Go," it ain't no stoppin' 'em
Them boys be ready to kill your mama, they get to poppin' shit
Them boys be ready to kill your mama and kill your pops and shit
We hit the scene with the F 'n' N, that was not a stick
They wish I still was broke, they didn't imagine this
Double clip, we be pullin' up with MACs and shit
Project bitch, her friends pullin' up with bats and shit
I'm cuttin' ties, but these guns got attachments
Ayy, Rolex on, no chain, slidin' with the doors off
Rollin' through the bottom, tryna knock a nigga top off
Ain't tryna go to jail, we tryna leave that nigga unsolved
I know I'm a dog, so I'm ridin' with the roof off
Ayy, I'm harder than hard, it's not a facade
Fuck it, I'm the realest nigga, innit?
Ayy, this a Percocet, bitch, this ain't no Xanax, ayy!
Bitch, I'm outer space, I'm so close to planets
Writer(s): Zachary D Foster, Composer Author Unknown, Clay Priskorn, Jack Munger
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