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Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fedrekis Walker
Fedrekis Walker
Composer
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
Whatitdoflip
Whatitdoflip
Producer

Lyrics

I can't give a bitch no trust, yeah, nigga Yeah, know them boys can't fuck with us, nigga Wake up early morning chase that bag, bitch That's a must None of them niggas can't fuck with us Niggas be punks them boys be sus Niggas be actin' like they big dogs whole time niggas they be mutts Smoke that gas and then I lift off Sip that drank bitch that's a plus Yeah, y'all niggas steady be hating I ran it up and made 'em hush Niggas ain't tryna get cake, niggas tryna play all day just like some kids I stay in the booth all day wait 'til I drop my tape that's gon' be a hit Niggas they gon' be fake I'ma just go get paid that's what it is I'ma take one to the face then I go chase that K we stand on biz You know we stand on top of biz I put this shit across the map Lil' bro and 'em love to pop his shit don't try none boy you might get clapped Man these niggas broke as a bitch they only having on that app Just wait 'til I drop that water on my wrist bitch it's gon' be tap Drop that water on my wrist it's gon' be tap If you hit that gas that I just hit, you gon' take a nap Turned up in the party came in with a ten and lil' bro came in with a strap Just jumped in the booth, yeah, he goin' in he don't need a finger that bitch gon' snap I done ran me up some funds, I ain't nothin' like I used to be Man that nigga know he dumb his ass went broke up on some jewelry Nigga I go run it up and drop that bag this shit ain't new to me Nigga try to steal my swag I'm sorry bitch it can't be two of me I know I'm him I feel like Jim Lil' bitch I'm rookie of the year Them boys ain't think that I could do it nigga lil' bitch I'm here Just wait 'til I drop that pendant nigga, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout chandelier These niggas broke and sittin' on they ass like nigga what's the deal Yeah, nigga, what's the deal? Bitch, I keep that shit too real I chase that cake I need them mills I might just buy your bitch some heels Jit don't know how this shit feel Bro dunk on shit just like Shaquille Yeah, niggas shocked just like a eel Scat pack he dumb behind the wheel No new niggas can't fuck with us Niggas be punks them boys be sus Niggas be actin' like they big dogs whole time niggas they be mutts Smoke that gas and then I lift off Sip that drank bitch that's a plus Yeah, y'all niggas steady be hating I ran it up and made 'em hush Niggas ain't tryna get cake, niggas tryna play all day just like some kids I stay in the booth all day wait 'til I drop my tape that's gon' be a hit Niggas they gon' be fake I'ma just go get paid that's what it is I'ma take one to the face then I go chase that K we stand on biz
Writer(s): Tyler Meeks, Fedrekis Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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