Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lil Tecca
Lil Tecca
Stimme und Gesang
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Komponist:in
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Texte
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Texte
Daniel Perez
Daniel Perez
Komponist:in
Christopher Quillin
Christopher Quillin
Komponist:in
Desmond Rasberry
Desmond Rasberry
Komponist:in
Stan Greene
Stan Greene
Komponist:in
Kobe “BbyKobe” Hood
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lil Tecca
Lil Tecca
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Bugz Ronin
Bugz Ronin
Produzent:in
Bhristo
Bhristo
Produzent:in
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Money Jezus
Money Jezus
Produzent:in
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Produzent:in
Edgard Herrera
Edgard Herrera
Mischtechniker:in
Tom Norris
Tom Norris
Mischtechniker:in

Paroles

Turn me up a couple notches Tell them hoes I need a couple options They know I came to get it started We still trappin' out of private projects (yeah) I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke But don't believe the hype, I know these niggas broke I came in with the gang, I left out with the— They wanna try the beast, yeah, I can't let it go Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit I been callin' shots and whackin' shit She clean it up, miraculous I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit Close your eyes, count to ten Runnin' racks and make it spin (woo) I came in with the squad, I came in with the glo (Woo) She can slide here every time, she gon' do it like a pro (graah) Tryna ride out, go off the radar, nowadays I like being remote I don't fuck with these niggas at all I'm prayin' for keeps, like I'm L'A Capone You could go do, go do better (yeah) Keep your head on clutch, nigga, keep your head up I think I been doin' too much Yeah, I been way too fed up Hedi Slimanes, these YSL, these leopard print Margielas You know just what I feel, I hate it when it show When you get vu jà-dé, think I been here before Know why I love your page, 'cause you don't even post Yeah, I been had trust issues, can't let 'em get too— I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke But don't believe the hype, I know these niggas broke I came in with the gang, I left out with the— They wanna try the beast, yeah, I can't let it go Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit I been callin' shots and whackin' shit She clean it up, miraculous I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit Close your eyes, count to ten Runnin' racks and make it spin (woo) You know I got milli's up, I give your bitch a band (wait) All the talkin' on the net, I caught him in the rear Bitch, we really in the field, I'll put you in the stand Oh yeah, on a drill, I been cookin' with my head Put-put-put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit I been callin' shots and whackin' shit She clean it up, miraculous I couldn't be out here like these niggas, they whack as shit Close your eyes, count to ten Runnin' racks and make it spin (Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up)
Writer(s): Desmond Jamal Rasberry, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Stanley Greene, Derek Anderson, Caleb Toliver, Christopher Quillin, Kobe Hood, Daniel Parez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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