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Young Stoner Life & Gunna - Came Out (feat. Lil Keed) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anton Mendo
Anton Mendo
Songwriter
Justin Glass
Justin Glass
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Tobias Dekker
Tobias Dekker
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BabyWave
BabyWave
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Tsunami (Keed talk to 'em) Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho (let's go) And I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (let's go) Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas You can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela) Keep it solid, keep it quiet (shh, quiet) Nobody ever gon' know (never, yeah) And I'm on some real slatt business Yeah, she gettin' back doored (slatty, yeah) Yeah, I came out a mink (slatty) Hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (slatty) I'm with some shooters that never blink (slatty) These trousers that's on me hold treasury My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (nah) And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom) Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (bitch, I'm big slime) Nah, ain't scared of nobody (nobody) My car got a waist, it's wide-body (wide) Dare you play with Wheezy, you gon' die 'bout it (Wheezy) Dare you play with this bankroll, you'll die 'bout it (bah) Yeah, the black truck a hotbox (hotbox) You dissed me, yes, you're knocked off (yeah) You're pillow talkin', you ain't playin', yeah (yeah) Meanwhile I'm gettin' mine off (let's go) Post on the block like Hirby Kirby (I post on my block) If I see your bitch, just know that I'm flirtin' She talkin' 'bout, "How many licks 'til it burst?" I kidnap the money, send AMBER Alert Shoot up the block, tear up turf (yeah) 'Cause I'm knowin' you can fit in the hearse (yeah) Shots fired, he'll never see a nurse You know he the canvas, 'cause we paint his shirt (Keed talk to 'em) Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho (let's go) And I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (let's go) Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas You can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela) Keep it solid, keep it quiet (shh, quiet) Nobody ever gon' know (never, yeah) And I'm on some real slatt business Yeah, she gettin' back doored (slatty, yeah) Yeah, I came out a mink (slatty) Hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (slatty) I'm with some shooters that never blink (slatty) These trousers that's on me hold treasury My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (nah) And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom) Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist (uh) Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (bitch, I'm big-) Chandelier on my wrist, not in the ceiling (nah) Who got your whip? I heard it's rented He done fell off tryna be independent How he get rich off the shit I invented? (Huh) Whole lotta cap (cap), whole lotta kizzy (kizzy) Broke in the trap, now I got millions (ayy) She fuckin' my pops like he Diddy Keed to the top, the terrace see the city (top) I don't wan' fuck her if her feet ain't pretty (nah) GunWunna, cousin, know I fuck with business (cuz) Geeked up like Bobby and I'm rockin' Ricky (yeah) Fly in that lil' hottie, hit her at the Whitney She sloppy-toppy, suck it out the tippy (mop) All in her mouth, I busted like a semi' (yeah) Fucked a bitch twice and now I need some distance Now lay down on the couch and told her, "Don't come near me" (Keed talk to 'em) Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho (let's go) And I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (let's go) Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas You can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela) Keep it solid, keep it quiet (shh, quiet) Nobody ever gon' know (never, yeah) And I'm on some real slatt business Yeah, she gettin' back doored (slatty, yeah) Yeah, I came out a mink (slatty) Hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (slatty) I'm with some shooters that never blink (slatty) These trousers that's on me hold treasury My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (nah) And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom) Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (bitch, I'm big slime)
Writer(s): Tobias Dekker, Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Kitchens, Anton Martin Mendo, Raqhid Render, Justin Glass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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