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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camren Martin
Camren Martin
Songwriter
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Yung Talent
Yung Talent
Producer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Turbo
Turbo
Producer

Lyrics

Run that back, Turbo Came from the bottom Now the fans, they spot him (woah, woah) Talk of the topic Can't even stop it (woah, woah) Lot of you copying Here for the profits (woah, woah) Find you a hobby 'Cause it's bread on your noggin' I'm lettin' the energy build up Then show these lil' niggas you brick tough Got the order in, nigga, we K'd up It's a whole different way you was raised up Ain't have shit, we would eat all the bread crusts Talkin' crazy like they smoking angel dust I can have them boys leaking out red stuff Nigga's sweetie (a sweet) Never could be me Not the boy with the orange Lamborghini Yeah, the one match the hat to the beanie (woah, woah) 'Bout to eat it, I'm greedy In the coupe with my name in the seating And you ain't seen it You ain't seen it I say fuck you, you know that I mean it I don't care to hear none of your grievance Hit me up, Gunna back taking meetings Sittin' back, but prepare for a reason Told my dog, "Let's get back to this eatin'" I was broke, but I still kept it decent Now we way over decent Came from the bottom Now the fans, they spot him (woah, woah) Talk of the topic Can't even stop it (woah, woah) Lot of you copying Here for the profits (woah, woah) Find you a hobby 'Cause it's bread on your noggin' I think how to get money every day Fuck these niggas, I don't wanna share space Take a risk, hope it play out the best way Gunna Wunna gone, I'm on the airway Flyin' solo on niggas, the jet way Got three M's worth of ice in the staircase All that looking, tell me, what's the stare rate P got your bitch (woah, woah) P took your bitch on a dinner date P got these boys with the bitter face We pushing up, better get it straight I doubled up (woah, woah) Count my racks up on the interstate Catchin' up with nigga's any day Lord still bless the kid in a better way (uh) Way better reader Fuck them niggas, I don't even need 'em Popping out with a different demeanor Uh, uh, you ain't seen him Yeah, yeah, know a nigga cleaner Got 'em shocked 'cause the world wouldn't greet him Stepping up 'cause I'm really a leader Answer this, do the world really need him? Came from the bottom Now the fans, they spot him (woah, woah) Talk of the topic Can't even stop it (woah, woah) Lot of you copying Here for the profits (woah, woah) Find you a hobby 'Cause it's bread on your noggin'
Writer(s): Chandler Durham, Sergio Kitchens, Martin Camren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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