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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dro Kenji
Vocals
Mike Dimes
Vocals
10X
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brody Fallon
Composer
Campbell Rolston-Clemmer
Composer
Chandler Jevon Hammond
Composer
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Composer
John Carolus
Composer
Michael Goode Jr.
Composer
michael romito
Composer
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrance Armond Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Census
Producer
Chandler Jewels
Producer
Dynox
Producer
Spaceman
Producer
Taz Taylor
Producer
John Carolus
Producer
Lyrics
Bezels on bezels
I get money, I'm up in my level
Breaking bread with all of my fellas
No time for the pussy, got occupied schedule
No, no, no five
We ain't fucking then why would I slide?
You wasting your pussy
I'm bona fide nigga, can't chill with the rookies
Bro, talk to them Kenji, they keep overlooking
I really mean it when I say expensive
And none of these bitches is rich enough to kiss it
My wide body Mercedes don't got a kit
But the Glock in the console, it's best not to trip
I've been up all these '80s like Marvin The Martian
I'm so outer space, UFO like a disc
And I'm, ooh, drowning in water
But I cannot swim, so I need a lifeguard on my dick (okay)
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Chop close fuck-niggas, keep it in my backpack
Fuck, grrah
Foot on necks, I ain't ever gonna step back
Stick close, niggas sending hoes around me
Lil Dro smoking on big-ass ground beef
Car got a POV all around me
Smoking on loud, I'm where the clouds be
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Chop close fuck-niggas, keep it in my backpack
Fuck, grrah
Foot on necks, I ain't ever gonna step back
Pussy look good, but that's just on Snapchat
And I ain't on OnlyFans, so I ain't gon' clap back
Yeah, she got a man, but I still ain't ask that
A whole broke-ass bitch asking for my CashApp
She got them cubic zirconias wrapped on her neck
And her sugar daddy tryna pay for the rest
She keep on playing these games, so I call up my quest
After I beat this mission, bet her mom beat my chest
There was Stacy and Casey and probably Aretha
And they face a canvas so I made Mona Lisa
I can't go on dates, I take them hoes for some pizza
Kick her out the house and she gon' act like I tease her
Yeah, you know I'm Mike Dimes
I never go wine and dine, I think that's a waste of time
Nigga, this ice can blind ya
I'ma go and remind her that her friend is finer
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Chop close, fuck-niggas, keep it in my backpack
Fuck, grrah
Foot on the necks, I ain't ever gonna step back
Stick close, niggas sending hoes around me
Lil Dro smoking on big-ass ground beef
Car got a POV all around me
Smoking on loud, I'm where the clouds be
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Buckets on me, diamonds water and they sliding off of my wrist
She gon' hang around the money-getting niggas
I'ma take the hoe to Saks and change her life with six
I made six last night off rapper shit, she think my life so sick
I just heard seven fanned out bitches screaming my name like I'm Rick
You see me, you see big ass ganja, come here baby, let's get lit
Just hit your city, let's get silly, come here baby, suck this dick
It's not a date bitch, come and find out
I'm in the studio, pull up right now
I'm so high, turn all the lights out
I'm so hot, bring all the ice out
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Chop close, fuck-niggas, keep it in my backpack
Fuck, grrah
Foot on the necks, I ain't ever gonna step back
Stick close, niggas sending hoes around me
Lil Dro smoking on big-ass ground beef
Car got a POV all around me
Smoking on loud, I'm where the clouds be
Fuck
Writer(s): John Luther, Chandler Hammond, Michael Romito, Brody Fallon, Campbell Rolston Clemmer, Danny Jenrette, Danny Snodgrass, Michael Goode
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