Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyla Yaweh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Jamal Brown
Songwriter
Daniel Padilla
Songwriter
Rayvon Cawley
Songwriter
Fernando Garibay
Songwriter
Brittany Chykira Barber
Songwriter
Jason Wilkinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Padilla
Producer
Fernando Garibay
Producer
Sorry Jaynari
Producer
Tes Siyoum
Executive Producer
Dre London
Executive Producer
Nick Mac
Recording Engineer
Kevin Davis
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Chase beating down the door
Beat around four
It's a go, lock and load, glock with me
A bitch I throw away
I just went through like four today
Fuck around, pour some more today
Hoodie on, nigga putting on for the city
Hunnid pack, hunnid pack on the way
Like, ooh, guap, money
Talking 'bout, who shot Johnny?
Made myself a boss so you can't run from me
Niggas sending shots, so I send a couple hunnid
This that, ooh, guap, nigga
Still thuggin' like 2Pac, nigga
Plug on the soda
Ask what the turnaround is
You get it right back, and it's coming ahora
I see them red and blue lights
And they screaming that Johnny got hit on the corner
It's sad they got him, wasn't aware they still watching
I know that they plotting on me, I know that they plotting on me
Yeah, 12 beating on the door looking for some witnesses
Ain't nobody tell 'em shit 'cause they know what the business is
Chase beating down the door
Beat around four
It's a go, lock and load, glock with me
A bitch I throw away
I just went through like four today
Fuck around, pour some more today
Hoodie on, nigga putting on for the city
Hunnid pack, hunnid pack on the way
Like, ooh, guap, money
Talking 'bout, who shot Johnny?
Made myself a boss, so you can't run from me
Niggas sending shots, so I send a couple hunnid
This that, ooh, guap, nigga (ooh, guap, nigga)
Still thuggin' like 2Pac, nigga (thuggin' like 2Pac, nigga)
My 'migos just hit me like, "Andale"
Got a couple packs that's on the way
Tryna look out for the opps
Birds in the city, they all gotta drop
Screaming out, "Who shot Johnny?" (Who shot)
Off them drugs and money (money)
Cutthroat niggas, they got time to play
They hit a nigga with a nine today
Yeah, 12 beating on the door looking for some witnesses
Ain't nobody tell 'em shit 'cause they know what the business is
Chase beating down the door
Beat around four
It's a go, lock and load, Glock with me
A bitch I throw away
I just went through like four today
Fuck around, pour some more today
Hoodie on, nigga putting on for the city
Hunnid pack, hunnid pack on the way
Like, ooh, guap, money (Ooh, guap)
Talking 'bout, who shot Johnny? (Who shot Johnny?)
Made myself a boss, so you can't run from me
Niggas sending shots, so I send a couple hunnid
This that, ooh, guap, nigga (ooh, guap, nigga)
Still thuggin' like 2Pac nigga (thuggin' like 2Pac, nigga)
Writer(s): Sorry Jay Nari, Rayvon Cawley, Troy Noka, Brittany Chikyra Barber, Fernando Garibay, Tyler Brown, Ramiro Padilla
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