Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davin Bugatti Baker
Songwriter
Lyrics
I got a few bad habits
I wish I didn't pick em up
When I do the mathematics
Ain't nobody big as us
My pockets was asthmatic
I had to pump em up
Bout this cash
I get charismatic
Bout the bag I'll butter up
Diamonds hitting like upper cuts
I got some rope and I double Dutch
You got some rope and you strung up
Its a noose on your neck you hang wit us
I feel bent out the frame
How the painting us
It's in me they can't say it ain't in us
My brother be saying stay dangerous
My grandma den wit me I'm angel up
I made a bet with my pinky
Told em look at my eyes I ain't winking
Pac-Man I'm i. Red ghost
Name the rolls Royce blinky
Get walk down like a slinky
He like that's yo cousin like pinky
That god that it's Friday
I might take off for the weekend
I feel good to be able
I ain't talking bout the weekend
We won't having no paper
We had to find a way out the deep end
In the trenches were I feel safer
A hater can't even sleep In It
See you later alligator we ain't even trying to be in it
Writer(s): Davin Baker
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