Music Video

Quavo - "Shooters Inside My Crib" (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Rap
Ayo B
Ayo B
Performer
CTP
CTP
Performer
Money Montage
Money Montage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavo
Quavo
Composer
Andrew O'Brien
Andrew O'Brien
Composer
Christopher Jon Latimer
Christopher Jon Latimer
Composer
Jacier Pearson
Jacier Pearson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Quavo
Recording Engineer
Ayo B
Ayo B
Producer
CTP
CTP
Producer
Money Montage
Money Montage
Producer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah (Ayo B on the track) Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah I was patient, now my ice cold, glacier (yeah) I was trapping out the vacant 'til I got some paper (yeah) I was looking for the smoke and then I got some straightenin' (yeah) I was out there chasin' dreams 'cause they thought I couldn't make it (yeah) I put that on my soul, no, you can't take it (my soul) On the highway going two places, yeah Prison or vacation, yeah (yeah) In the trap we switch locations, yeah Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh (ooh) I dreamed that I'ma be big, while I'm putting bullets inside my SIG (umm, hmm) Momma said don't make no sense, 'cause I got shooters in all my cribs (umm, hmm) It's kinda hard to be a young nigga When you gotta watch the way that you live, ooh (ooh) It's never too hard to keep it real Keep it one hundred, we on and off of the field (yeah) Made 'em train to kill if he caught a body, he signed a deal Don't talk about it, nobody squeal Upgrade the watches from stainless steel If you woke up in the morning and got you a million Just tell me just how would you feel? Gave my niggas some points, some extra percentage Now just look at the way they live I was patient, now my ice go glacier (yeah) I was trapping out the vacant 'til I got some paper (yeah) I was looking for the smoke and then I got some straightenin' (yeah) I was out there chasin' dreams 'cause they thought I couldn't make it (yeah) I put that on my soul, no you can't take it (my soul) On the highway going two places, yeah Prison or vacation, yeah (yeah) In the trap we switch locations, yeah Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh (ooh) I dreamed that I'ma be big, while I'm putting bullets inside my SIG (mm, hmm) Momma said don't make no sense, 'cause I got shooters in all my cribs (mm, hmm) Momma said it don't make no sense, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Andrew O'brien, Jacier Pearson, Christopher Jon Latimer, Quavious Keyate Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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