Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lancey Foux
Lancey Foux
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lance Omal
Lance Omal
Songwriter
Kameron Hessing
Kameron Hessing
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lancey Foux
Lancey Foux
Recording Engineer
Bally
Bally
Producer
Dane Burge
Dane Burge
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah she call me, ha Yeah she call me, ahh Yeah she call, mob boss She caught me sending hits, she caught me counting up the gwop She caught me in the shower bleach cleaning up the mop She said I'm wrong I need to see Allah She can't even look me in the eye Keep me a dirty Diana Pouring up a red Tropicana And she know I'm wrong but she never leave Washing out the blood with the Hennessey They said I was a dead man but I guess I'm back She heard I'm a mob boss she heard I get the niggas whacked I just to turned to Jack Harlow cos the suspect black I just turned to Harry Styles they wan' stop me for this shank Mob Boss gotta switch my identity I got a light skin ting yeah she Tennessee Benz P, imma gas her like kerosine She begging please, tryna stop me from the killing spree I hear you, please, niggas playing with my destiny I hear your please, niggas out here disrespecting me Turn around, close your eyes watch the semi squeeze Yeah she call, mob boss She caught me sending hits, she caught me counting up the gwop She caught me in the shower bleach cleaning up the mop She said I'm wrong I need to see Allah She can't even look me in the eye Keep me a dirty Diana Pouring up a red Tropicana And she know I'm wrong but she never leave Du, du, du, du a who'dat fi we? Du, du, du, du a who'dat fi me? Du, du, a you wan' bark up mi tree? Kno say me bad me put a mac through ya spleen Make my shooter stand down til' I give him the green Mob Boss turn my gang to the Mussoline Disrespect me then you're getting ate Idi Amin Keeping a inch around my waist I ain't talking jeans Boy get pinched with the rambo like a dream Gotta turn the spot to a Church before I leave Gotta turn the spot to a Mosque before I leave I gotta say a prayer for all the sins all the grieves Yeah she call, mob boss She caught me sending hits, she caught me counting up the gwop She caught me in the shower bleach cleaning up the mop She said I'm wrong I need to see Allah She can't even look me in the eye Keep me a dirty Diana Pouring up a red Tropicana And she know I'm wrong but she never leave
Writer(s): Kameron Hessing, Lance Omal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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