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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Mosey
Lil Mosey
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Mosey
Lil Mosey
Composer
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Composer
Jordan Ortiz
Jordan Ortiz
Composer
Robert Elijah Fairfax III
Robert Elijah Fairfax III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Producer
FaxxOnly
FaxxOnly
Producer
Oogie Mane
Oogie Mane
Producer
Mike Zara
Mike Zara
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Oogie Mane, he killed it!) (FaxOnly, you goin' crazy) Duh-uh-uh, yeah Mmm-mm, uh Yeah (yeah), I'm finna give you what you wanted (what you wanted), oh-uh Oh yeah, look at you niggas, you started (just started) Oh, uh, First Class, flew a bitch from New Orleans (phew) Mmm yeah, pick up the bag, still tourin' (bag) You don't mean shit to me, lil' nigga what you want? (What you want) I just signed a deal, now I feel like I won (feel like I won) We finna shoot, uh, bullets hot like the sun (boom, boom, boom, boom!) Skrrt crash (skrrt), I just finna hit-and-run (hit-and-run) Race it where it's at (at), hundred bands in my backpack (backpack) G.O.A.T., I feel like, yak (yak), smokin' on some Scat Pack (smokin', Scat) Tired, I just ran a lap (lap), top five yeah I passed that (passed) I'm on, I won't cap (on), in the club you see me in a backpack (bag) Race it where it's at (at), hundred bands in my backpack (backpack) G.O.A.T., I feel like, yak (yak), smokin' on some Scat Pack (smokin', Scat) Tired, I just ran a lap (tired), top five yeah I passed that (passed) I'm on, I won't cap (on), in the club you see me in a backpack (oh) Diamonds hit so hard, you can't see no more (you can't see no more) Yeah, see me in a foreign, I got three of those (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Uh, I'm gonna show you what you ain't seen before (you ain't seen before) Ooh, I got a pole, but it's illegal though (brraaa) Diamonds so cold, I feel sick (sick) Too much hoes on my dick (ho) We want gold, we want blicks (gold) Bitch go, I'm not takin' pic's (no) Spent a brick on my wrist, uh (wrist, uh) Can't tell me shit, uh (uh) You can't roll 'round wit' my clique, uh (uh) But you wish, uh (wish, uh) Winnin', I'll make you feel dumb (dumb) Yeah, hop in the booth and I eat the beef for lunch (eat that shit) Yeah, I'm so good, do this shit for fun (for fun) Yeah, find a new bitch and I'm makin' my last feel dumb (dumb) Yeah, hit that bitch once, now I'm done (done) Yeah, 30 bands in my pocket, filled with huns (huns) Yeah, shout-out me, I was lackin', but that was once It ain't last long, your brother got done up (baow) You don't mean shit to me, lil' nigga what you want? (what you want) I just signed a deal, now I feel like I won (feel like I won) We finna shoot, uh, bullets hot like the sun (boom, boom, boom, boom!) Skrrt crash, I just finna hit-and-run (hit-and-run) Race it where it's at (at), hundred bands in my backpack (backpack) G.O.A.T., I feel like, yak (yak), smokin' on some Scat Pack Tired, I just ran a lap (lap), top five yeah I passed that (passed) I'm on, I won't cap (on), in the club you see me in a backpack (bag) Race it where it's at (at), hundred bands in my backpack (Backpack) G.O.A.T., I feel like, yak (uh), smokin' on some Scat Pack Tired, I just ran a lap (tired), top five yeah I passed that (passed) I'm on, I won't cap (ohh), in the club you see me in a backpack (mmm)
Writer(s): Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Jordan T. Ortiz, Robert Elijah Iii Fairfax, Lathan Moses Stanley Echols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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