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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
Peezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Falik
Composer
Josh David Goldenberg
Composer
Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JULiA LEWiS
Producer
ThankYouFizzle
Producer
Lyrics
I'll press the button on these niggas
The choppa get to rockin' out on niggas and made his hip-hop
Dancin' ass nigga, he belong on Tik-Tok
No longer pro bono, that's a home run
Made niggas plead for sympathy when holdin' these twin F&N's
If we clubbin' then there's sticks in here, shit
If not then promoters get hit with kicks and fists
Who bitch is this suckin' dick? Lord, knows she's a baby killer
Paint her face, she's a clown too
Your mans told, and the man he told on finna get out soon
Every time she hit my line, she hear the dial tone
The pussy cool but so is hers, I don't care that much
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him?
30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him?
30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Uh, shit, yeah
I'll buy the whole bar if they let me
Uh, shit, yeah
If she wanna come party, would you let her?
Never would you ever bitch, we millionaires
You ate thousand from my hundred bitch, you get in there, bum
I'm rockin' the drum with two sticks, I don't give a fuck
He run up on that 2Pac shit, bitch, we gon' hit him up
Now we throwin' curves that was a 95
If I add four shots, I give him 99, shit talker
You see me, and you see why nigga pissed off
He in the booth off coke, limp dick, mad 'cause he can't get off
Treacherous, is this nigga right now in my messages
I don't want the bitch bro, stop textin' me
For real, dumbass niggas, tahaha
Loser, doofus, I keep two shooters with me
I got Bin Laden in the coupe with the kufi in it
I'll melt him like a slushy, burnt him, it was nothin'
Paid in full, I paid my dues to rock out with this hunnid
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him?
30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him?
30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Uh, shit, yeah
I'll buy the whole bar if they let me
Uh, shit, yeah
If she wanna come party, would you let her?
They gon' stretch the whole car out if I send a blitz
Death the only thing that make me happy if you get me pissed
Scooped two hoes from they day shift and made them bitches strip
You can't party where I party at, unless you on the list
You can ask the opps and they'll tell you, "Peezy on his shit"
Drunk a eight of Wock' in one soda, now I gotta piss
If the state troopers pull us over, bae, don't tell 'em shit
You get in the way you know it's over, boy, don't make the list
Met two bad hoes on the 'Gram, I made them bitches kiss
Both of 'em stingy, so I made them hoes share this dick
You might end up like Ray Charles, you stare at my wrist
Blow a dub today, and get it back tomorrow 'cause it ain't shit
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him?
30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me?
Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him?
30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser
They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em
Uh, shit, yeah
I'll buy the whole bar if they let me
Uh, shit, yeah
If she wanna come party, would you let her?
Haha
Anyway, yeah, y'all know what's goin' on
Anyway I'm like, you feel me?
'Cause your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him?
That's a serious question though like really
Okay, hahaha, anyway, do you feel me?
'Cause your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him?
I got .30 in my hand though
I couldn't mount it on the table
Hahaha
That be like a serious question though like, nigga, like, tss
Ain't like I hurt yo' boyfriend like
Like you want me to get him out the way?
Oh, okay, okay, I'm-
Hahaha, we know the truth
Long live Jameon Davis, fuck these busters
Uh, yeah
Pew-pew-pew, hahaha, shit
Writer(s): Benjamin Falik, Darrell Caldwell, Phillip Glen-earl Peaks, Josh Goldenberg
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