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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CEO Trayle
CEO Trayle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Garret
Jalen Garret
Composer
Justin Trayle Bell
Justin Trayle Bell
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Markino "Kino Beats" Hay
Markino "Kino Beats" Hay
Engineer
Kappa
Kappa
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Baby, baby, buy you red bottoms (skrrt) Yeah Uh Baby, buy you red bottoms, uh I just hope you turn into a head doctor, uh Fuck them other hoes and what they say about you, uh Nigga play with you, bet I see red 'bout you, yeah Overly P how I'm gon' play it, got you, yeah I kick it cool, but I'm not playin' soccer Someone clear the roster (yeah) Who that? He an imposter (huh?) Steak and shrimp my pasta The world is yours, wrote it on a blimp, don dada He such a good father, he ain't have no father (uh-uh) Slippers gold, Balenciaga Slippers count, that's like my model PTSD trauma Thirty shots inside that Glock, this not the XD model (grrah-baow) I just went hard, I didn't say, "Bless me, Father" Father, forgive me, just a semi-auto 7.62s out this Draco, they'll lift your car up (lift your car up) You know I'm a superstar, my hoodie on, they spot him, uh More money, more problems Havin' problems money can't fix I just can't quit Told a bitch she ain't shit Talked all that shit and can't take dick (lyin'-ass bitch) Bitch, I walk like I'm rich Talk like I know I'm the shit From a dime to a brick Had to re-up, take a trip Bitch, I'm back on (I'm back on) Need my bitch, she like my backbone These niggas be hatin', bae You know I'm comin' back home Yeah, uh, you can't hit this 'Wood, lil' nigga, that shit that strong Made a list of all my songs, that shit that long Man, the clip that switch if he act wrong (blaow) I can't snitch like Taxstone Big C4 that crack flow Suck this dick, don't act slow Uh, straight to hell where the rats go My Amiri's holdin' rubber banded bankrolls All that work out in the gym and I ain't swole Yeah, I won't ever spend no money on these stank hoes Prada Papi, pop it Prada Kangol Yeah, you ain't name a motherfuckin' place I can't go, uh Know that this a Hellcat Durango (skrrt) Took his chain and he got up askin', "Where my chain go?" You must think some gold at the end of that rainbow (of that rainbow) Outside cliquin' up and murkin' shit like Saints Row Ayy, ayy, hold your blicky up if nigga ain't gon' take yours Niggas steady dyin' 'bout these blocks that ain't yours Nigga, Big Folks Double-R, big Rolls Standin' on my ten toes Put my back to it, kick door Nigga, that's how shit go (Kap, your name's on the beat) Nigga, that's how shit go Big Folks Big 4
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