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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nafe Smallz
Nafe Smallz
Vocals
M Huncho
M Huncho
Vocals
Yxng Bane
Yxng Bane
Vocals
Quincy
Quincy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nafe Smallz
Nafe Smallz
Songwriter
M Huncho
M Huncho
Songwriter
Guystone Menga
Guystone Menga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naweed
Naweed
Mastering Engineer
Shaun (Hypertone)
Shaun (Hypertone)
Mixing Engineer
Quincy
Quincy
Producer

Lyrics

Quincy Tellem I got some gellats (yeah) I just built one, now I feel like I can dance (yeah yeah) She just text me, "Come" (yeah) C-U-M I text her back oh that's what's up (yeah yeah) Ooh, I keep it clean (oof) Diamonds in this shit like it's ice cream (bling) Holding down the team (hmm hmm) Shooting from the hip, ain't got no beam (bow, smoke) I make make a straight girl out a dyke, make her south pole for this ice (yeah) She's at her friends for the night, told her mom a lie and now it's fine I was in a C, she keep it classy, so I let her ride it (ride it) I was with Quincy, she said gun boys outside, so I'm hiding (hiding) 'Cause we some made men they just wanna see us on the pavement (huh) And she a straight ten, she gon' pull up on me, I just say when (huh, skrrt skrrt) Rolling loud, smoking through this, gushers got me zoning out (smoking loud) Mix it with that shit that got me slow it down Get him down, I ain't no McGregor, I ain't tapping out Wilding out, I'm calling up Nick Canon, bring the canon out Signing out, tired of all the bullshit, I ain't signing up Partner up, I can't tell you twice you better pattern up I got some gellats (yeah) I just built one, now I feel like I can dance She just text me, "Come" (yeah) C-U-M I text her back oh that's what's up Ooh, I keep it clean (oof) Diamonds in this shit like it's ice cream Holding down the team (hmm, hmm) Shooting from the hip, ain't got no beam (smoke) Swish, Steph Curry, where I be's there's honeys And my rug sack heavy, got some homework ready One hand on the wheel, the other's holding smoke Can't take this indictment to my fucking home Ha, ha, 50K on the time, I don't waste mine Slide by, pull up on her and hit like a drive by (bow bow) Go time, never turning my back on my own slimes (no way) Own slimes, fucked a hoe in my traphouse, she snow white (let's go) These trousers cost me a bag, I don't even know the brand I was in the six like Pogba shopping with 88GLAM Presi discontinued but I bust it going Donald fam I just bought some smoke from dam, I'm too fly bitch, I'll never land (never land) I got some gellats (yeah) I just built one, now I feel like I can dance She just text me, "Come" (yeah) C-U-M I text her back oh that's what's up (yeah, yeah) Ooh, I keep it clean (yeah) Diamonds in this shit like it's ice cream (bling) Holding down the team (hmm, hmm) Shooting from the hip, ain't got no beam Shooting from the hip, ain't got no motherfucking beam, dawg
Writer(s): Nathan Adams, Guystone Mbozo Menga, Quincy Ferreira, Mohammed Hassan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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