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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bino Rideaux
Performer
Drakeo the Ruler
Performer
D Sims
Programming
Basobeats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Rainey
Composer
Daniel Simmons
Composer
Basil von Stietencron
Composer
Darrell Caldwell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D Sims
Producer
Basobeats
Producer
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
You know my vibe too incredible, yeah
I thought I told you, you a federal, yeah
They try to treat you like an animal, yeah
Dime piece, this bitch look edible, yeah
Hope you got your fire, I got several, yeah
Hope you ain't gon' buy what they sellin' you
Yeah, that dope can be a lie, what I'm tellin' you
You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you, hmm
That pussy good, it be bailin' you, hmm
You ain't no wife, I can't forever you, yeah
Don't touch my Sprite, you know it's medical, hmm
You know I do what he'd never do, hmm
Go against my guys, they gon' level you
You know they droppin' shit outside, it's a festival
Ain't nothin' between us in that ride, tryna serve somethin'
Murder in my vide, it's a burden
He talkin' 'bout killings, I ain't heard nothin'
Keep talkin' 'bout bitches, I ain't heard nothin'
I keep dancin' with the devil
Diamond on that bitch because she special
You know I got that extra for you
You know my vibe too incredible, yeah
I thought I told you, you a federal, yeah
They try to treat you an animal, yeah
Dime piece, this bitch look edible, yeah
Hope you got your fire, I got several, yeah
Hope you ain't gon' buy what they sellin' you
Yeah, that dope can be a lie, what I'm tellin' you
You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you
Energy on my name, it was the Mafia, the Mexicans
At twenty-nine, up in solitary, stressin' it
If you ain't tryna catch a body, why you message me?
All this hatin', what you makin', what the question is?
Tried to press the button on me, but it never work
Diamonds on me break dancin', niggas hella hurt
I like 80 thousand cash and a weapon on me
I know I'm gettin' it, but don't ask if I'm from California
Oh, you mad 'cause I got a song with Aubrey?
He got hit with a hundred, you can check his autopsy
Fundraisin' your friend's dad, that's y'all problem
I ain't goin' back and forth with no imposters, uh
You know my vibe too incredible, yeah
I thought I told you, you a federal, yeah
They try to treat you like an animal, yeah
Dime piece, this bitch look edible, yeah
Hope you got your fire, I got several, yeah
Hope you ain't gon' buy what they sellin' you
Yeah, that dope can be a lie, what I'm tellin' you
You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you
Hope you got your fire, I got several, yeah
Hope you ain't gon' buy what they sellin' you
Yeah, that dope can be a lie, what I'm tellin' you
You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you
You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you
You know I had to leave you 'lone, I was failin' you
Writer(s): Brandon Rainey, Daniel Simpson, Basil Von Stietencron, Darrell Caldwell
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