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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rittz
Rittz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Winslow
Brandon Winslow
Songwriter
David Sweeten
David Sweeten
Songwriter
Jonathan McCollum
Jonathan McCollum
Songwriter
Richard Allen Brown
Richard Allen Brown
Songwriter
Walter L Williams Jr.
Walter L Williams Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Cybulsky
Ben Cybulsky
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Watson
Daniel Watson
Recording Engineer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

They say krill white boy when the sound strange Don't secure we been on 'em gotta hide my chain Alot of rappers crying never seen the dime that came But maybe some of these babies need a diaper change The driver talk about hiding your plane But I don't care though Flyer than a jet not alot of ass though 'Cause I'm Jeremy Scott I bet you wish you had a pair hoe Try to hid a lick I leave you strippin in a scarecrow Pills pop up like a varicose veins Strange peace singing from the franco chain That's a life you knew come and scare the proof I'm just other just made fun of no way hosay Got surprise and a fan base get fame When I'm tryin on a part you move a hand shake Can't wait til my album drop I'ma cop the money call a super sport tic tac And a mansion with a man cage Hopping up trees like a landscape Blowing up plans Motherfuckers wanna copy me like photo prints I ain't chased I'm on record deal with no events Show money on the road again going grands Hoping friends coming from around those in France Like these groupies showing skin they expose themself I got a competition over with Swinging when I heard the open bell The KO, the kill it's like () x2 Just when you thought that you seen it all Like I'm out of nowhere and beating all Chain chongs nigga ass black bean in all You know the word bitch sing along the shit goes like this Bitch take cover I'm goin in Bitch take cover I'm goin in Better take cover I'm goin in Fuck all here we go again Some set with the mindset head 'Cause I just set a record deal When the pain is too monogamy In 2013 I was going up and up to revive it These motherfuckers flipping out see I'm wide awake I got myself on the web like a spider egg I was already hot as buffers like a finder place The bitches wouldn't give me the of time of day Tryin to bathe for a dick better than a wiper blade It's rape when I stick it in 'em Smack so big I fit 'em and mind them Sippin great goose straight with the hittin lemon Balls on the street getting bigger bet you wish you had a similar lemon Or side rubbers in 'em see fields down the indian trail Wheat grain and suspenders hell I'm like chemical spill I'm a seed I'm toxic on that white boy shit Slow american minds then we slap chicks Bat unto your girl until you're a straight hoe Raise it at the bar fuck a tab I don't pay for 6 deep and the super 8 on the same floor Geek crushing on speed beat with the triple 8 car Another 8 ball came when I came and called my name In the place I made breakin in the game claw This ain't the game and I ain't been asleep yet Let the games begin it's like () x2 Just when you thought that you seen it all Like I'm out of nowhere and beating all Chain chongs nigga ass black bean in all You know the word bitch sing along the shit goes like this Bitch take cover I'm goin in Bitch take cover I'm goin in Better take cover I'm goin in Fuck all here we go again I did it I'm guilty, my lyrics are filthy I'm the rapper these fat bitches ask about Should've asked around before you fuck with me Now turn your ass around we're going ass to mouth We're doing mass amounts of coke Bitch you thought I was slanging All the beamers were cashing out You wanna sniff some Get my dick soft by your own bitch And a Taylor Swift song when they get you pissed on It's fiction you can't believe every single word you hear in the record We just be rhymers to a dumby you a mummy You ain't feeling me you're dead or you a zombie Sip amount when you rather talk about me I'm naughty But you choosing to balati You bleed and you meditate Watch the history channel you really think These rappers are part of some secret society You probably think that David Blaine levitates Probably think I'm hooked on meth I can't quit my habit Ri ri ri ricks in this bitch spaghetti But they get another victim that shit is tragic My dad's a maniac too so I figure it's genetics The waiting the grabbing shit is just pathetic You startle me and you gon fuck around and get me a headache On the stage butt naked butt drop on my dick Saying a nigga wanna suck a nick Can grab it and () x2 Just when you thought that you seen it all Like I'm out of nowhere and beating all Chain chongs nigga ass black bean in all You know the word bitch sing along the shit goes like this Bitch take cover I'm goin in Bitch take cover I'm goin in Better take cover I'm goin in Fuck all here we go again
Writer(s): Richard Brown, Jonathan Matthew Mccollum, David Sweeten, Walter Leverne Jr Williams, Brandon R Winslow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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