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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Raj Tanarasoo
Aaron Raj Tanarasoo
Songwriter
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Philipp Lindworsky
Philipp Lindworsky
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Quavo
Mixing Engineer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Philipp Lindworsky
Philipp Lindworsky
Producer
Prodbycloud
Prodbycloud
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (DJ Durell) they thought we forgot We ain't forget Don't let that broke b- in 'cause she too messy Who the f- them broke boys with? Get out my section (get out my section) Just pulled a muscle, god-, too much flexin' (damn) Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (got 'em) Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin' If y'ain't tryna beat 'em, f- it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that) They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (wipe it) I dropped a four of p-, I call that sh- Chris Webber (drank, Takeoff) I know you n- wanna be me, but it's levels I got the gang tatted on me, that's forever (gang) Wanna know my moves and all my spots, but I move clever (move) Wanna know my stash, how much I got, but I ain't gon' tell 'em (uh-uh) Push it, push it, runnin' through it, get that bag, come on (go) Titanic yacht, big enough for all my n- to jump on (come on) I know she came with you, but she lookin' for me to go home (me) Rollie discontinued like the drank I used to sip on And that's Act', n- Not Wock Not Quagen Not red Don't let that broke b- in 'cause she too messy (b-) Who the f- them broke boys with? Get out my section (get out my section) Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (damn) Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (got 'em) Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin' If y'ain't tryna beat 'em, f- it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that) They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (wipe it) I dropped a four of p-, I call that sh- Chris Webber (drank, Huncho) I'm the Huncho, b-, I'm 'bout my cheddar (Quavo) Lil' h- keep goin' out sad, lil' b-, do better She want me to hit it, put my blicky on the dresser (Glocky) Feelin' brilliant just like Elon, popped a Tesla (pop it, go) Y'ain't got no motion, you can't stand up in my section (get out) I said, "Caresha, please" (su) 'cause she too messy (please) B- f- my dog behind my back, but I ain't stressin' (not at all) You wanted the gang, you should've just said it, we would've blessed it (should've just said it) Now sh- got messy (uh) Smokin' exotic sh- with an exotic b- (exotics) Geekin', I'm bringin' all kind of narcotics with me (narcotics) Got guns on the table, I'm like, "Who fire this is?" (who?) This b- got past security, I'm like, "Who let her in?" (gang) Don't let that broke b- in 'cause she too messy Who the f- them broke boys with? Get out my section (get out my section) Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (damn) Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (got 'em) Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin' If y'ain't tryna beat 'em, f- it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that) They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (wipe it) I dropped a four of p-, I call that sh- Chris Webber (drank)
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Daryl Mcpherson, Eeti Eratuli, Philipp Lindworsky, Aaron Raj Tanarasoo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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