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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Havi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javier Hardeman
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Saj on the beat)
Yeah, vibes in (Yeah), we on some rich shit (Woah)
She wanna be around, she tryna kick shit (Yeah, yeah)
I put my dawgs on (Woah), whole team lit (Yeah)
They see my wrist hit (Yeah), different colors like misfit (Let's go)
And I still remember back in them days (Yeah)
Niggas just tryna get paid (Woah)
Give a damn, give a fuck what they say
Lil' nigga, I'm on my way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma pop my shit, I ain't comin' down (Woah)
Still going in, can't slow down (Yeah)
Lil' pussy-ass nigga tryna play hard (Yeah)
Boy, you'll get your ass sprayed like
Late night creeping (Yeah)
Young nigga fightin' them dеmons (On God)
Tryna get a lil' money off the backеnd (Yeah)
Ain't nothin' like getting them racks in (Nah)
Hell nah, I don't do it for the 'Gram, ho (Nah)
Better know I'ma do it for the famo (Yeah)
'Member Platina park off Flat Shoals ('Member)
We was back there hittin' them bandos, no lie
So if you gon' creep, better ride with that fire
That fuck nigga play then he bound to die
The situation could've been smaller
Than it was but that fuck nigga had to lie
I did what I did to make it happen
They just on my dick 'cause I started rappin'
Big Havi be doing 'em way too dirty
Might as well call it seven-thirty
Vibes in (Yeah), we on some rich shit (Woah)
She wanna be around, she tryna kick shit (Yeah, yeah)
I put my dawgs on (Woah), whole team lit (Yeah)
They see my wrist hit (Yeah), different colors like misfit (Let's go)
Yeah, vibes in (Yeah), we on some rich shit (Woah)
She wanna be around, she tryna kick shit (Yeah, yeah)
I put my dawgs on (Woah), whole team lit (Yeah, woo, woo)
They see my wrist hit (Okay), different colors like misfit (Let's go)
And I still remember back in them days (Days)
Niggas just tryna get paid (Get paid)
Give a damn, give a fuck what they say (Fuck that)
Lil' nigga, I'm on my way (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma pop my shit, I ain't comin' down (Let's go)
Still going in, can't slow down (Nah, woo, woo)
Lil' pussy-ass nigga tryna play hard (Fuck that)
Boy, you'll get your ass sprayed like Sprayground, let's do it
(Keed, talk to 'em)
In a fuckin' Rolls same color as Amber Rose
I ain't never slippin' on these
Diamonds, they water wet, a boat (Never, ever)
To the foreign, to the mansion, came from the stove (Bitch)
I ain't even got time for these crazy hoes, no (Woo)
I'm just tryna get some motherfucking paper
Came from shit, nigga, I had the street bus
None of my gang will never be like
Look, vibes in (Yeah, slatt), we on some rich shit (Rich nigga shit)
She wanna be around, she tryna kick shit (Yeah, Prince Slatt Slatt)
I put my dawgs on (Yeah, yeah), whole team lit (Keed, talk to 'em)
They see my wrist hit (Woo), different colors like misfit (Slimeball)
Yeah, vibes in (Yeah), we on some rich shit (Woah)
She wanna be around, she tryna kick shit (Yeah, yeah)
I put my dawgs on (Woah), whole team lit (Yeah)
They see my wrist hit (Yeah), different colors like misfit (Let's go)
And I still remember back in them days (Days)
Niggas just tryna get paid (Get paid)
Give a damn, give a fuck what they say (Fuck that)
Lil' nigga, I'm on my way (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma pop my shit, I ain't comin' down (Let's go)
Still going in, can't slow down (Nah)
Lil' pussy-ass nigga tryna play hard (Fuck that)
Boy, you'll get your ass sprayed like
Sprayground (Slatt, slatt), let's do it
Writer(s): Javier Hardeman
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