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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavo
Quavo
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
Carter Britz
Carter Britz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fantom
Fantom
Producer
Stan Greene
Stan Greene
Mixing Engineer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Recording Engineer
Delanie Leyden
Delanie Leyden
Recording Engineer
Master Plan
Master Plan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Woo (Fantom) Woo Grrah Go Got it from scratch, out the mud (scratch) Lay out my chains on my neck, they awards (woo) I sharpen iron, then we pull up with swords (go) Grippin' that fire when you walk out of court (grrah) Trappin' and gamblin', in streets, that's a sport (street) Niggas gon' slide, and you won't even know it (nah) You won't even know it, real niggas done made it to Forbes I give this shit all to the Lord, amen (we gone) Make the wrong move, we'll bust you (grrah) Cash and a bad bitch bustin' (bus') Two choppers, Huncho and Busta (grrah) Hold your wrist up, you came from the struggle (hey) Been movin' this shit with the muscle (move) I'ma hang with my dawg, no crutches (grr) Switchin' lane, watchin' law, can't trust 'em (skrrt) We gon' run with the money obstruction Run it up (gone) Count it up (count it) We need a Brink's truck, we goin' bulletproof We goin' tactical like we got shit to lose I told her, "Suck it, quit talkin', no interviews" Look in the rearview, and I'm seein' red and blue (woo, woo) Tunnel vision, I see water like Malibu Brand new the coupe and the top is mechanical Mama, she told me, "Don't let a bitch handle you" Pull off in Challengers just to come challenge you (challenge) Iced out the chain, Huncho Crash Bandicoot (ice) Whole hundred bags in the trap, and it's ran through (hundred) Niggas been hatin', that's cap, you a fan too (cap) I'm tellin' you Real day ones, ain't nobody brand new (no) Two choppers, call Huncho and Busta Yeah, we be the shooters, we pop out and let loose (grrah) I think niggas forgot, but I love remindin' you (I love remindin' you) Couple motherfuckers that I'm tired of talkin' to (tired of talkin' to) While they barin' witness, and they got to come see (got to come see) Let 'em roll out the carpet, they know what we 'bout to do What have my niggas been doin'? Look how we winnin' right through 'em Send him somewhere that he can't be found (get him) Bullets from the chopper chew him (brr) Nigga lit, now try to calm him down Smokin' that shit, watch me cop a pound Everything about me glowin' now (glowin') Everything about me frozen The way I be floodin' the street, got 'em closin' down (uh) Fuckin' shit up like the sewage was stopped up Niggas know what's up as soon as we pop up Pockets at a deficit, get your guap up (better get it, nigga) Gurgle while I sip a little Honey Jack Me and Quavo laughin' while you spit your little funny rap (jokes, jokes, jokes) And you will never get your money back (We're back in this bitch, goin' crazy) Everything about me super Niggas'll watch how I ride the wave, then they copy my shit in the future Bust yo' head and gave you tumors You niggas salute the way that I maneuver Run in my gate, I'm poppin' at intruders (huh) You come for my place, you gotta face my shooters (my shooters) Let's get 'em Cut a nigga down a size like I was a chainsaw Lot of niggas lookin' like they shoppin' at the same store When I pull up, only here to give you what you came for Now everybody on the main floor Niggas knowin' everything about me, we'll remain raw (ha) Wildin' and they rushin' through the main door Had to spot a gun, I got exactly what they paid for Run it up (gone) Count it up (go) We need a Brink's truck, we goin' bulletproof We goin' tactical like we got shit to lose I told her, "Suck it, quit talkin', no interviews" Run it up (gone) Count it up (go, I'm tellin' you) Real day ones, ain't nobody brand new (no) Two choppers, call Huncho and Busta Yeah, we be the shooters, we pop out and let loose (grrah) I think niggas forgot, but I love remindin' you (I love remindin' you) Couple motherfuckers that I'm tired of talkin' to (tired of talkin' to) While they barin' witness, and they got to come see (got to come see) Let 'em roll out the carpet, they know what we 'bout to do What have my niggas been doin'? (What you doin') Look how we winnin' right through 'em (run right through 'em) Send him somewhere that he can't be found (get him) I don't think you really knew him
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Quavious Marshall, C. Britz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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