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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

You did good $lick It's a smash Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah When I met her, I was high (yeah), high as I could be (yeah) Pushed me to the side, now I got a void in me (let's go, let's go, let's go) I try to fill it with hoes, I try to fill it with checks I try to fill it with lean, I try to fill it with X I try to put on my best, she won't reply to my text Heart hurting my chest, you got pills? Say less Yeah, yeah, I ain't slept in 'bout a week Yeah, yeah, it's evident that she hate me I got these racks inside my jeans, that shit do not mean a thing When I got pictures of you haunting me every fuckin' minute Got these pills inside my hand, where I'm going, I won't land When I'm rotting in my grave, I'm just hoping that you visit (hoping that you visit) You did good, $lick It's a smash Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked (geeked) Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked I just pulled up in the Rolls, 100K up in the seat I just pulled up in the hellcat, all of my demons unleashed I feel like the man., mobbing with my clan Swerving in that hellcat, blame it on the Xans Might just do my dance, walking on they grave Two guns in my pants, kill 'em like I'm AIDS Riding with my thotty, she calling me papi I feel like I'm messy Mya, tell me who gon' pop me Tell me who gon' stop me, chest out like I'm bulletproof Blame it on the Roxys, AR-15 in the coupe Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked I let the Henny unleash, somebody call the priest Somebody call the hold up, hold up Somebody call a exorcist, flawless diamonds neck too lit That's your bitch, I bet I hit Pull this gun out, I bet you sit Plugged in like a EV, Bentley look like ET Okay, I'm going hard, but I make this shit look easy Boy, you fried, you greasy, bought my bitch a GT I keep popping Percs 'til my stomach nice and quesy Please don't blow my high Please don't kill my vibe This might be my last pill while I'm still alive Pull up with the tribe, wartime with the gang If a pig outside, then we talk in slang Rolling off the X, I just hit my peak That shit got my jaw locked, I can barely speak Lean it got my kidney swole, I can barely pee Why would I do cardio? I got amphetamines Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked Jump out the Bentley, I'm geeked I just pulled up in the rolls, 100K up in the seat I just pulled up in the hellcat, all of my demons unleashed I feel like the man, mobbing with my clan Swerving in that hellcat, blame it on the Xans Might just do my dance, walking on they grave Two guns in my pants, kill 'em like I'm AIDS, yeah
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