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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DUSTY LOCANE
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Miot
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
800 Hertz
Producer
Torres on the Beat
Producer
Lyrics
Look
Yeah, y'all niggas know what type of time we on, 9-5, shit
It's that Nina fever get you repeater (torres)
Look, ha-ha, listen (8-8-800 Hertz)
Sent up a prayer for my enemies (sent 'em), turn an opp into a memory
Unload the clip, belligerent (belligerent), my Suvy outside, movin' militant
I brought my 30 to the party (party), I put VV's in my Carti's (carti's)
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, champagne in my body (grrt, grrt)
Up it, up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, I said I call my Suvy to up it (tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, I said I call my Suvy to up it (tell 'em to up it), up it
I said, "Fuck it"
It is what it is, he dead, now come and do something (come do somethin')
If I can't get my Nina in the party, that's the end of the function (grrt)
Bad bitches love to rump it (she love it), if she a ten, then I'm comin' (we comin')
Make a movie with this. 45, like Nick Cannon, I am drummin' (bow, bow)
Look, put a price on his head, I make sure it's expensive (expensive)
Look, if I call up my demons, then my head spin
I'm 6-O and I'm rollin' (hood)
Pledge allegiance, no pretendin' (no pretendin')
For a V, yeah, I'm bendin' (rrr)
If he need a pole, I'ma lend 'em (yeah)
If he fuck with opps, then I end 'em (grrt)
I just iced out my wrist (my wrist)
Iced out my neck (my neck)
Iced out your bitch (your bitch, look)
I just iced out my wrist (my wrist)
Iced out my neck (my neck)
Iced out your bitch (your bitch)
Sent up a prayer for my enemies (sent 'em), turn an opp into a memory
Unload the clip, belligerent (belligerent), my Suvy outside, movin' militant
I brought my. 30 to the party, I put VV's in my Carti's
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, champagne in my body (grrt, grrt)
Up it, up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, I said I call my Suvy to up it (tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, I said I call my Suvy to up it (tell 'em to up it), up it
Send a nigga to the Lord, let him speak with his maker (with his maker)
And I've been smokin' good weed (good weed), straight from Jamaica
And I've been stackin' all these chips (these chips), yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout my paper (this paper)
And I came with some 'rips, 6-O, we the neighbor (hood)
And I like a baddie with flavor (flavor), you can't handle your bitch, I'ma take her (i'ma take her)
Slap the dick on her face, fuck her makeup (on her face)
Gave my nut then I dip, I won't lay up (lay up)
I just tell that chick, "See you later" (see you later)
Fuck her case, can't save her (can't save her)
Iced out like a glacier (glacier)
That's why I'm walkin' with a laser (grrt, grrt)
That's why I'm walkin' with a laser (bow)
I just iced out my wrist (grrt)
Iced out my neck (bow)
Iced out your bitch (mmm)
I just iced out my wrist (grrt)
Iced out my neck (bow)
Iced out your bitch (mmm)
Sent up a prayer for my enemies (sent 'em), turn an opp into a memory
Unload the clip, belligerent (belligerent), my Suvy outside, movin' militant
I brought my. 30 to the party, I put VV's in my Carti's
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, champagne on my body (grrt, grrt)
Up it, up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, I said I call my Suvy to up it (tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, I said I call my Suvy to up it (tell 'em to up it), up it
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