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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
OMB Peezy
Vocals
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Ward
Songwriter
LeParis Dade
Songwriter
Zachary Mullett
Songwriter
Ryan Adams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Lacy
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Hitmaka
Producer
Earl E. Washington
Recording Engineer
Kuttabeatz
Producer
Lyrics
Hitmaka
Real forever
Kutta, cut that shit up, man
Look, dope boy out the trenches
Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin)
Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it)
Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (I run it up)
Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it)
Spin it, then I make it up
Dope boy out the trenches
Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin)
Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it)
Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (run it up)
Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it)
Spin it, then I make it up (make it up)
He be shooting' like Dior, so I bought a twin pair of Michael J's (Michael J's)
Throw away, but I ain't throw it away
I just put it inside the microwave (DJ lift up)
But we don't do flight delays
(I'm ridin' with clippers) like we forgot to shave (she's a stripper)
I seen you at Ace, (if you trip up) just know he gotta pay
How much it cost, your life I'm sayin'
How much it cost, your ice A mansion
My team, we ballin', this flight, a Vantage
Dreamin' far inside all of my vibes, a fantasy
The dime I'm flingin', V Live, she dancin'
Got a bitch outta Maryland, new swipe, she scammin'
I bought her a wig to get her outta my hair
Got a Ruger, if I see 'em booted, they rare
I hate hangs
I know some niggas got murked
Their mom was scared 'cause they had dead brains
They picture me like digits, and all my cameramen got great angles
If she usually let her spin, she hit that head, she might be bae angel
Said her skinny wants the widebody Charger, fuck a waist trainer
Dope boy out the trenches
Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin)
Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it)
Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (I run it up)
Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it)
Spin it, then I make it up
Dope boy out the trenches
Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin)
Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it)
Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (run it up)
Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it)
Spin it, then I make it up (make it up)
Look, dope boy
And I make a nigga lay down
Everybody hit the floor, nigga ain't have no choice (have no choice)
I was on the block, late night
Big cause on the store, Off-White tag hangin'
Nigga don't know nothin', he'll prolly think I stole (I stole)
Nigga, I'll steal your life, I'll end your night
Look at me the wrong way when I'm rollin' (rrah)
Pull up in the pu', told her get him
Make enough room for your problems to fit in
She might gotta sit on your lap, but don't sit on
That strap, better watch where you sit (where you sit)
I come from projects, they know they can't stop it
They sit back and watch how we live (how we live)
Where I'm from, if you rich, you gon' get it (gon' get it)
I'ma break her lil' back if she willin'
Youngin out the bricks, I can't forget I turned my youngin on
I shoot some, I'm gon' hit
I cannot miss, bitch, who you runnin' from? (Runnin')
Promise you can't come around that
Gang if you ain't one of us (one of us)
If you 'round me
You can't tote that flame if you ain't done enough (peezy)
Dope boy out the trenches
Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin)
Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it)
Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (I run it up)
Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it)
Spin it, then I make it up
Dope boy out the trenches
Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin)
Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it)
Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (run it up)
Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it)
Spin it, then I make it up (make it up)
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Leparis Dade, Ryan Adams, Zachary Mullet
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