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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BOY $COUT GATSBY
Vocals
Babyface Mal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BOY $COUT GATSBY
Composer
Malik Koman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Palaze
Producer
Tasker
Producer
Scotty Bay
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Pull up with this chopstick
I cut him like he sashimi
Japanese bitches
They dancing in they bikini
Aiming at his body, I'm aiming towards his beanie
Making vegetables, I'm gon leave him like a zucchini
Claim he from the streets
Yeah the sesame one
He claim he flipping
He flip burgers onto sesame buns
Move smarter than my enemy does
I leave em shock like an anemone does
Why he textin? Tell him shut up come kill me
Yeah I play the cards I got, I tell him shut up and deal me
Now I'm finding some success, and I can feel that they filthy
Mad I sleeping too good, my sheets are satin and silky
I can hear when they slither, oh I can feel when they guilty
Harry Potter, way I'm talkin to snakes
Boy wizard, turn my struggle into money and steaks
Salt with the taste
Champagne, with flakes of the gold
They see I'm nearly at the dollars so they moving the post
Fuck em
Ion care about anuh muhfucker this bout me now
I'm the one she with tonight she got a boy but it's me now
T me up don't be one of my regrets bitch
High like every night they say I'll die if I stay stressed
With my peoples fuck it up
Ain't part of this can't cut with us
What you mad at me for it's your bitch that in love with us
Photos with fans at the club
Bop I don't dance Ima thug
Gyaly get handsy and hug me on my snap she a sub
Longer alive the more deader
I want grandeur want mega
Do what you do but I'm better
I ain't rude I'm just fed up
Feature still fuck the beat up
Issa glitch I'm g'd up mister hit ya speaka
In the city moving gritty outa state I'm staying bizzy-
Gyaly hit me up again all talkin bout she miss me
Seccys wan touch again they point at me and frisk me
Trappin ain't dead buh this finesse movin micky
No Disney moving mickey, said she wanna make a feature film
Don't get my face too risky
Bitch relax they ain't got be hip to that finish liquor
Whip and back from the store and hit the haps
Im tryna take her on a date
I hit the trap
Lemme re up on some cash
Tryna show her I can splash
Dis and dat, I been blowing thru a bag
Tryna make another milli just to spend it on my dad
Spleh-they know I'm the best
Askin for a photo say I get they sister wet
Damn right I've changed better show me some respect
I don't move the same well still with gang and still threats
I won't waste my second breath
Who the fuck you think you scaring sending threats over text?
Money over smart phones lackin baraket
I love the skreets baby i've only fallen for skets
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