Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Stimme und Gesang
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Programmierung
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monte booker
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter:in
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monte booker
Songwriter:in
Doris Bright
Doris Bright
Songwriter:in
Kenneth Blume III
Kenneth Blume III
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Produzent:in
monte booker
monte booker
Co-Produzent:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Spencer Dennis
Spencer Dennis
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Paroles

Yeah, uh, uh Trippin', yeah Trippin', trippin' Trippin', trippin', huh, yeah Trippin', yeah, yeah Listen (listen), I ain't goin' (nah), ridin' foreign Riches, off of tourin' (yeah), call ignorin' Missions, miss my brothers (yeah), die for colors Quiddich, catchin' snitches (snitch), do him vicious Livin', like Khadijah (I ain't even know that bitch, man) Quick to leave her Just because, like Anitta, she in love But it's leisure, real around the corner bleeder Bounce out on 'em on artesia, now we got amnesia Trippin', yeah Trippin', trippin' Trippin', trippin', huh, yeah Trippin', yeah, yeah Trippin', yeah, yeah Ayy, you trippin' (yeah) Trippin', yeah, yeah Trippin', trippin', yeah I ain't gon' lie (nah), always been the one to cuff (uh-huh) I ain't gon' lie (uh-huh), sometimes I hit it once And then I'm stuck (aw, yeah) I ain't gon' lie (nah), no, you not the only one (nah) I ain't gon' lie, she only want me 'cause I money touch I hate July (I hate it), crime is high, the summer suck (We run it up) Can't even hit the beach without my heat, it's in my trunks They ride the tide (yeah) I don't got no one to trust Trust and believe I see the shit that's up your sleeve Come fuck with me, we livin' fast as SRT's, yeah Don't come for me unless go fund me what you seek, yeah They lightin' candles on the curb, they not diptychs (yeah) My hood impatient, so be weary if it's beef, yeah Pull up, location is the belly of the beast, yeah (ayy, pull up) This shit get deadly, hope you're ready to decease, yeah It's just you and me (you know it) Pay me what you owe, this shit ain't free (nah) When you play rope with us, we supposed to go straight home from school I just couldn't refuse I knew I was doing the wrong thing But I guess it was more important to be accepted By the guys than anything else Trippin', yeah Trippin', trippin' Trippin', trippin', huh, yeah Trippin', yeah, yeah Trippin', yeah, yeah Trippin', yeah Ayy, you trippin' (yeah) Trippin', yeah, yeah Trippin', trippin', yeah I mean, the fellas in the gang weren't the greatest But I didn't wanna be left out
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Monte Booker, Doris Bright, Omnivore Refrains, Diddy Bop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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