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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeskHop
Composer
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
Thomas Wells
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis ViKo Blake
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DeskHop
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
jetsonmade
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Angad Bains
Mixing Engineer
Anthony 'Dub" Williams
Recording Engineer
DUB
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Deskhop make it drop, yeah
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
I fuck up the money counter
Fuck on that hoe, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
We pull up with chops, they tryna block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie
I'm with real right homies who ain't gon' change on me
I got real shooters, won't say no names, homie
I know a real bully, you can't tame homie
In a NASCAR, fast car, that's a Trackhawk
Vibed out with nothin' but broads (hoo)
Goddamn, broke the money counter (hoo)
Goin' in, we don't care 'bout cameras (hoo)
He get that dope back, call him Arm & Hammer (hoo)
Shit, that's all I'm sayin', I'm signin' all the deals, nigga
I don't even want the plan
Have you ever seen that molly color khakhi pants?
Keep on playin', I bet your brother be dyin' in your hands
I'm with DYN abusin' all the Xans
I fuck up the money counter
Fuck on that hoe, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
We pull up with chops, they tryna block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie
Traphouse
Fuck this shit, I'm ridin' in a Trackhawk
My mama askin' for it, so I tear it off
Get what she want, it don't matter (woo)
On the stove, remixin' a brick, tricks of Benihana
I ain't even gotta trick the bitch no more, got too many hundreds
If he ever play with them racks, shit, he gotta be a dummy
Yeah, I know my folks gon' tax 'em, so I load up my lumber
Yeah, I'm in Traplanta
Yeah, we pour some many fours in the fuckin' Fanta
Boy, I know you fuckin' told, I cannot stand ya
So you better watch 'fore you trust a nigga in Traplanta
Fuck your hoe, we don't lust, nigga, in Traplanta
I fuck up the money counter
Fuck on that hoe, then give her right back, I ain't got no manners
We pull up with chops, they tryna block, I bet they light candles
95 with Gucci socks, I'm drippin' in Traplanta
Post on the block with a big Glock, yeah, we in Traplanta
Watch what you do and watch what you say when you in Traplanta
Boy, we gettin' paid, I'm servin' them J's, boy, in Traplanta
We gettin' paid, homie, we ain't gettin' laid, homie
Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render, Ian Wells, Tahj Morgan
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