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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Enchanting
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Channing Nicole Larry
Vocals
K Shiday
Vocals
J. White Did It
Programming
Big Scarr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Channing Nicole Larry
Songwriter
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Kierra Shiday Langley
Songwriter
White Anthony G
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
J. White Did It
Producer
Lyrics
Wop (Wop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Han
Go
They say that I'm a clone, I'm not a human being (well, damn)
'Cause I can't on and maim you without my human feelings (huh)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim (it's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (racks)
You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (well, damn)
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (brr)
I pray my haters get Corona, stop the coughin' on me (yeah)
The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie (damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition
Couldn't beat me fair and square
So they recruited snitches (you snitches)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches
Ya actin' gangster, but deep down
You know y'all really bitches (pussy)
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (skrrt)
They say I did it, I'm so rich
I still crank up the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (huh?)
I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins (show, show)
These bitches eatin' these
Percocet's like they Boston baked beans (wow)
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (it's Gucci)
Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse
Look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah
Perms in my mouth, not pop out
Pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yeah
Cartier shine when the lights out
He don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh
Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now
Hit it from the back with my Glock in her nightgown
You know how that go,
Ain't got shit for a bitch, ain't got shit for a ho
New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors
Made the bitch fly, see how fast we can go
They hated, I made this shit happen, I slept on a pallet
Post at the trap with the ratchet, I used to fuck with the ratchets
But now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest
I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp
Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil' limp
Bitch, I'm poppin' like grease, see my name on a blimp (yeah)
Pourin' out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp (yeah)
Pour a four in my Sprite, now I'm leanin' (huh)
I face blunts back to back for no reason (woo)
Bitch it's east side, all mine know I'm bleedin' (yeah)
Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' (mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it, you badass
Step off in this bitch, it's a light show (bling)
My diamonds hit without no lights though
I love a thick bitch with no lipo (ice)
You hate me, yo ho in my likes though
You love on dat ho, I would never (never)
If she wanna ho, then I let her
I might stretch me a bitch, never press her
All my guns come with a compressor
Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
Testin' me I'ma get you together
Bitch, I'm thuggin', no matter the weather
So Icy, we flockin' together
Plan it, I make me a pot, I get special delivery
Then that bitch hot, you a bundle of misery
Get off my top and ya shawty on go because this year a bop (brr)
I got boo stamps 'cause he always complainin'
He don't eat enough of that pussy, you playin'
You better be careful 'cause this shit is dangerous (ooh)
Lay yo ass out like a muhfuckin' stranger
I say "Brr, " bitch, ice cold, diamond grills all gold
Quick bag also (brr), pussy niggas all fold
My attitude needed a Tic Tac
I pulled his wig back, Swiper no swipin' the fox trap
Damn, I need all that, send me a stepper to solve that
Watch how my bitches resolve that
Fly as hell, bitch, what you call that?
Tell shawty fall back, I can't dissolve that
My energy right, I got stamina
Can't trust no nigga with money, that camera bluff
These niggas really ain't man enough, abracadabra, I see what's up
Caught that bitch cheatin', you peepin' her
Better think twice about keepin' her
Bitches got options, that nigga been fuckin' her (dummy)
Brr
Yeah, fly like a bird
Fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin' serves (serves)
Uh, uh, big body swerve, I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve (bah)
Uh, yeah, codeine got me slurred
I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this shit on my shirt
Uh, yeah, I ball with no jersey
Young nigga flexin', young nigga love splurgin'
Uh, Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin' (yeah)
Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is?
I ain't buyin' no Birkin
My mama is the only lady I get a purse for
These Instagram bitches, ain't nothin' but worth some
So I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purp' up
And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (bah, bah)
Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?)
Bitch, this the P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (bitch)
Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh (swish)
And I'm 'bout my cream, yeah ('bout my cream)
Uh, they say money talk, well my diamonds do too
And they sayin', "bling, " nigga (So Icy), yeah
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Markeyvius Cathey, Anthony Germaine White, Kierra Shiday, Channing Nicole Larry, Alexander Woods
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