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Big Scarr
Vocals
Denaro
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Denaro
Producer
Lyrics
Tss, whoa, let's go
Big Frozone
Whoa, let's go
Big Frozone, whoa, let's go (Denaro, where the love at?)
Let's go
Whoa, brand-new FN, it hold more than a dozen (dozen)
Slammin' on shit like my last name was Cousins (Cousins)
Want a dub for the show, it ain't up for discussion (uh-uh)
Slide through the city with drum, no percussion (percussion)
I send a blitz, yeah, them young niggas rush you (young niggas rush you)
Whoa, let's go (let's go)
In Beverly Hills with my fire out in public (let's go)
Won't tuck my chain, yeah, I dare you touch it (touch it)
Shots at a nigga, if he livin', he lucky (he livin', he lucky)
He lucky, whoa (he lucky, whoa)
Why fuck with niggas? Feel like Uncle Ruckus (Ruckus)
I'm with the move, off the rip it get bloody (get bloody, phew)
Get shot in your face, nigga, stop all that muggin' (stop all that)
Can't internet beef, you know I ain't doin' dumb shit (uh-uh)
Long way from the trap, I'm on way to the Forbes list (Forbes list)
Uh, whoa (whoa)
Overseas Japanese, bitch, she look gorgeous (she gorgeous)
I won't make a diss, can't make 'em important (uh-uh)
Can't get middleman, bitch, I'm plugged with the source (source)
Uh, whoa (whoa)
Six-two on my motor, know you hear the horses (boom)
Exotic too strong in my head, I hear voices (whoa, whoa)
Yeah, I want 'em dead, but I ain't finna force it (no, uh-uh, nah)
Whoa, brand-new FN, it hold more than a dozen (more than a dozen)
Slammin' on shit like my last name was Cousins (my last name was Cousins)
Want a dub for the show, it ain't up for discussion
Slide through the city with drum, no percussion (percussion)
I send a blitz, yeah, them young niggas rush you (them young niggas rush you)
Whoa, let's go (whoa)
In Beverly Hills with my fire out in public (let's go)
Won't tuck my chain, yeah, I dare you touch it (touch it)
Shots at a nigga, if he livin', he lucky (he livin', he lucky)
He lucky, whoa (he lucky, whoa)
Why fuck with niggas? Feel like Uncle Ruckus (Ruckus)
I'm with the move, off the rip it get bloody (get bloody)
Get shot in your face, nigga, stop all that muggin' (stop all that)
Can't internet beef, you know I ain't doin' dumb shit (uh-uh)
Long way from the trap, I'm on way to the Forbes list (Forbes list)
Uh, whoa, freaky lil' bitch let me smash and record it (smash and record it)
And we got smoke in the streets, no avoidin' (no avoidin')
The ice on my neck and my wrist cost a fortune (this shit cost a fortune)
Scat Pack and Hellcat, no Lambos or Porches (phew, phew)
V8 my engine, you still hear the horses (still hear the horses)
Mud in my cup, movin' slow like a tourist (slow like a tourist)
Run off on the plug any time it's a shortage (time it's a shortage)
Bitch, I'ma box, I can't go for extortion (nah)
Finna veneer all my teeth and go porcelain
If you my dog, then I owe you my loyalty (I owe you my loyalty)
On the way to that bread, had to beat all these courses (beat all these courses)
We not the same, this Dior on my Forces
12 hit the stop, put the dope in a toilet (dope in a toilet)
Might overdose, too much lean in my order (lean in my order)
Had to hop on the plane for some better resources (better resources)
Uh (nah)
Whoa, brand-new FN, it hold more than a dozen (more than a dozen)
Slammin' on shit like my last name was Cousins (my last name was Cousins)
Want a dub for the show, it ain't up for discussion
Slide through the city with drum, no percussion (percussion)
I send a blitz, yeah, them young niggas rush you (them young niggas rush you)
Whoa, let's go (whoa)
In Beverly Hills with my fire out in public (let's go)
Won't tuck my chain, yeah, I dare you touch it (touch it)
Shots at a nigga, if he livin', he lucky (he livin', he lucky)
He lucky, whoa (he lucky, whoa)
Why fuck with niggas? Feel like Uncle Ruckus (Ruckus)
I'm with the move, off the rip it get bloody (get bloody)
Get shot in your face, nigga, stop all that muggin' (stop all that)
Can't internet beef, you know I ain't doin' dumb shit (uh-uh)
Long way from the trap, I'm on way to the Forbes list (Forbes list)
Writer(s): Russell Vitale
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