Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trabajarie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian James Rodgers
Composer
Stephen Philip Scott
Composer
Travarie Westberry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian James Rodgers
Producer
Stephen Philip Scott
Producer
Lyrics
Jugg, rob, steal
Ball point, iss lil Bill
Young nigga been in the field
Tryna run it up for I catch me a kill
Catch me a opp in the street
Bitch talk too much parakeet
Only smoke loud iss weed
Be fr yeen fucking with me
I only get the baddest hoes
Tennis chains might cover up in gold
Imma get it off touchdown it sold
In a sprinter van with 5 freak hoes
In a sprinter van wrapped up in a Mink
Had to kick her out cause the bitch pussy stank
Mixing my drugs I done poured up all the pints
Floating like a feather how I feel so light
Drug, drug drug drug
I pop percs, And pills feel like hugs
I'm putting in work, these deals I got none
Shawty a flirt, she a meal so she run
Dark stout, backwood fuck a russian
We done blitzed, your gang nigga we rushed in
Two sticks on, me all times bussin
Fye fye
Drop, lil boy, iss a concussion
Shawty get to yapping she goin sound like a parakeet
Niggas ain't bout no action why they, always say wassup to me
I done took the molly got slowed up
Dump the whole pint into my soda
Take off on the mars rover
Highspeed not pulling over
Jugg, rob, steal
Ball point, iss lil Bill
Young nigga been in the field
Tryna run it up for I catch me a kill
Catch me a opp in the street
Bitch talk too much parakeet
Only smoke loud iss weed
Be fr yeen fucking with me
I only get the baddest hoes
Tennis chains might cover up in gold
Imma get it off touchdown it sold
In a sprinter van with 5 freak hoes
In a sprinter van wrapped up in a Mink
Had to kick her out cause the bitch pussy stank
Mixing my drugs I done poured up all the pints
Floating like a feather how I feel so light
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