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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radiate
Radiate
Songwriter
AyoSauce
AyoSauce
Songwriter
Spencer Mott
Spencer Mott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Radiate
Radiate
Producer
AyoSauce
AyoSauce
Producer
Chance Hubbard
Chance Hubbard
Mixing Engineer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Executive Producer

Lyrics

(Yeah, woah) Static, I swear you can have it, my gang totin' automatics I ain't into fashion, I'm too busy paper stackin' Better not be lackin', brodie catch you, you get flattened I beat that ho back in and now she wan' be my best friend Don't do textin', break up with a text, man In my left hand, got a MAC-11 Call the reverend, I think I'm finna- Fall in love for that ho, her body, yeah (Her body) He a bum, hit me 'cause I'm popular (About me) She get naughty, yeah, slide in, she gon' top me, yeah (She gon' top me) Like karate, yeah, on your block, I chop it up (Yeah, let's go) Keep on talkin', yeah, I might just have to body ya Ride like Kawasaki, pull me over, they can't stop me, yeah Say that you gon' bop me, it ain't my fault your ho want me, yeah (Yeah) Bet, I got a Tommy, recommend you do not try me, yeah (Let's go) (Yeah, woah) Static, I swear you can have it, my gang totin' automatics I ain't into fashion, I'm too busy paper stackin' Better not be lackin', brodie catch you, you get flattened I beat that ho back in and now she wan' be my best friend Don't do textin', break up with a text, man In my left hand, got a MAC-11 Call the reverend, I think I'm finna- (Yeah, woah, woah) (Yeah, woah, woah) (Yeah, woah, woah) (Yeah)
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Amiri Dexter Chase, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Spencer Allen Mott, Anton Sizonenko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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