Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clams Casino
Clams Casino
Performer
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Composer
Michael Volpe
Michael Volpe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clams Casino
Clams Casino
Producer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Mixing Engineer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Woke up in another man's main bitch Phone jumpin' out the gym, finna gang slide To the Norf side, every day, same shit Tryna make wreck, and the world mine Long Beach on the map cause the cold chain Back like the city never left, it's a strong reign Bangin' when the only niggas boomin' was the cold flamez Funny I'm the only nigga with a known name Heard they really wanna gun me down Good luck with that Still gon' slide in the same ride 'round my town Still got that MAC That lil' bitch with the shit wanna get buss down Might fuck with that I'm anybody killer Your baby mama, anybody's nigga And we be sayin' All gas, no brakes, might break your face Get hit on sight, on sight Ain't gotta prove this shit We do this shit all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all night, all night Raise it up, 6-4 still tippin' That angel dust that had K. Dot trippin' In my pop's grape Swisher when he roll up Wig a nigga when he roll up Where you from? So what? This a cold game and my domain post up Get a close up, hit the pen, prolly roll up That's a no no in the Norf Norf You are not welcome Black tee, got the .44, don't test him Body EC when he prolly squeeze You already know a nigga rockin' off of Poppy Street I'll block a man like La Flame Better bite the bullet 'fore the bullet fight your brain Big burner in the whip, no license, swangin' Ike Turner on a bitch, hoes love the gamin' I'm anybody killer Your baby mama, anybody's nigga And we be sayin' All gas, no brakes, might break your face Get hit on sight, on sight Ain't gotta prove this shit We do this shit all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all night, all night Shoot fire, don't fight, that's mando Shoot fire, don't fight, that's mando Good night, now light them candles Good night, now light them candles My people ready to go My people ready to go I'm out my mind I'm out my mind I'm out my mind I'm out my mind Short fuse, no lose, big gamble Short fuse, no lose, big gamble It's flyin' out that barrel It's flyin' out that barrel My people ready for war My people ready for war Don't waste my time Don't waste my time Don't waste my time All gas, no brakes, might break your face Get hit on sight, on sight Ain't gotta prove this shit We do this shit all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all night, all night
Writer(s): Michael Volpe, Vince Staples Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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