Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SZA
SZA
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Alessandro Buccellati
Alessandro Buccellati
Keyboards
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Keyboards
Aire Atlantica
Aire Atlantica
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alessandro Buccellati
Alessandro Buccellati
Songwriter
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Songwriter
Joseph Pincus
Joseph Pincus
Songwriter
Jocelyn A. Donald
Jocelyn A. Donald
Songwriter
Solana Rowe
Solana Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alessandro Buccellati
Alessandro Buccellati
Producer
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Producer
Aire Atlantica
Aire Atlantica
Producer
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
Mixing Engineer
Robert N. Johnson
Robert N. Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Josh Deguzman
Josh Deguzman
Engineer

Lyrics

Tell 'em to shoot I'm out the loop, I'm outta range Oh-yeah, I stay out the way-ay-ay! Got another side of me, I like to get it poppin' But these bitches in my business got me outchea choosin' violence If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody knows shit I need you to get the fuck out of my space (yeah) Replacement's on the way, please don't play That pussy's feelin' like a great escape (oh, oh) Don't need no trick, old dogs don't change I'm fuckin', I ain't makin' love no more (pussy) You got a new bitch, what the fuck you cryin' for? I'm movin' selfish, callin' all my favorite hoes You know how to reach me every time and it plays in your mind With a rush that feels like, we committin' a crime You know where you belong, I'm gon' save you a spot But we can't be outside 'cause the block is too hot And I'm all on your mind Wherever you are, don't call me! (Let's go) Got another side of me, I like to get it poppin' (alright) But these bitches in my business got me outchea choosin' violence (yeah, yeah) If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent (okay) In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody knows shit (let's–) Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit (yeah-yeah) I need total confidential private shit (yeah) Don't want no one thinkin' I'm a groupie (it's lit) Time zones change, now we on a first-class trip (straight up) Don't work my nerves, you know I get moody We fuckin', we ain't makin' love no more You talk that talk, but it don't match it with some stroke Wherever you are Whatever you need Don't call me Don't call me! Got another side of me, I like to get it poppin' But these bitches in my business got me outchea choosin' violence (alright) If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody knows shit (let's–) Fuck you, real shit I wasn't even on, fuck you But you tryna make me look stupid I'll slap the dog shit out of you, stop playin' with you
Writer(s): Jocelyn Donald, Solana I. Rowe, Joseph Pincus, Robert Clark Bisel, Alessandro Buccellati, Rashad Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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