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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nardo Wick
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Horace Walls
Songwriter:in
Arkay
Songwriter:in
Carlos Pfersdorf
Songwriter:in
Onokey
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Arkay
Produzent:in
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Frank Criddell
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Derek Ali
Mischtechniker:in
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mischtechniker:in
Onokey
Produzent:in
Brandon Blatz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Emkay
Produzent:in
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Why do they keep calling me?
Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get them off of me
Why these **** copy me?
Why these **** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these **** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh no, you a rapper now? I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame
[Verse 2]
Got me and all my **** out the street but we still street
Me and every **** 'round me full but we still eat
They tried to tell us slow down on that sliding but we still creep
He ain't woke up since that day you tried, bitch still sleep
[Verse 3]
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit that **** street whenever we in town
Them **** know we stepping like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean mugging dummy boys gon' die with a frown
[Verse 4]
Why do they keep calling me?
Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get them off of me
Why these **** copy me?
Why these **** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these **** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh, you a rapper now? I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame
[Verse 5]
Fuck a vest, you better find a Teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill too, that's how we get back
Before we left all you heard was a bunch of click-clack
Got back one, shouldn't left one of our gats
[Verse 6]
You can't call me lil' bro cuz I'm a big dawg
Tony that's my big bro, he sold Fentanyl
You wonder why I'm catching you, I played football
Don't come over here talking wrong, I shoot your lip off (No face ****)
[Verse 7]
**** do not fuck with me
Bitches from the past keep calling me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
[Verse 8]
Why do they keep calling me?
Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I cant get them off of me
Why these **** copy me?
Why these **** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these **** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh no, you a rapper now? I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame
Written by: Arkay, Carlos Pfersdorf, Horace Walls, Onokey