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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Just gettin' up (gettin' up) Remembered that I had two joints in the truck, I lit one (I lit one) I'm in the driveway greetin' the sun, what's what? Another move that we fittin' to bust, give a fuck (give a fuck) From the school, we ain't waitin' for none, get it done (get it done) We gon' get everythin' that we want, pop the trunk (pop the trunk) I just bought 20 pairs of Air Force ones for a run (air force one) I'm finna take my talents out to L.A. for a month (for a month) Shoot every video for this motherfucker, what they want? (What they want) Frank White, Jimmy Jump, outsidе, upfront Slow down for the bump Speed up, here thеy come (speed up, here thеy come) Signature move, get away smooth Sports cars on the loose under the Friday night moon Shit dope, should be sold with a lighter and a bent spoon Everybody know you a gusher, bruh, you not a goon Fuck around and them fools squash you on the block just to watch you ooze Harsh reality, also an easily avoidable tragedy 'Cause you was hangin' somewhere you know that you ain't have to be Niggas ain't from there, but always wan' come there Like it's a motherfuckin' carnival fair They say you can't leave, oh, now you scared? I was sittin' in the backyard on the foldin' chair My homies gang bang, I just low-ride (yeah, yeah) I'm very cautious when I'm over there (yeah, yeah) I could tell you how to survive if you would lend an ear (how to survive) Gotta know how to listen and not just hear (not just hear) Ya hear? Yeah Chevy's on switches, bitch, we smokin' weed And don't post me in your pictures Girl, if you can keep a secret, we can always kick it Don't know rule number one? Don't talk about me 'round your That shit there'll have him suspicious We just hittin' switches on Chev', highway dippin' Probably squash you on the block just to watch you ooze Harsh reality, also an easily avoidable tragedy 'Cause you was hangin' somewhere you know that you ain't have to be Just, uh, two hours and a minute before, uh Startin' our radar by train into Miami
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