Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Rap
Bangs
Bangs
Programming
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Deshawn Jackson
Deshawn Jackson
Songwriter
Max Rafael
Max Rafael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Childboy
Childboy
Producer
MaxFlames
MaxFlames
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Grow up, nigga) yeah (huh, phew, go, phew, go, phew) You got a bitch tucked, and you said it was cool (phew) I could tell it was definitely an issue (go) Back home we be swingin' with pistols (brrt) If it's smoke, let me know, it's an issue (phew) If you're pretty, I might have to kiss you (phew) If you're ugly, I hit from the binnack (yeah) I'ma nut on her butt when I'm finished (yeah) Let the whole world know I'm a menace (yeah) Sippin' on drank, swingin' a rack (phew) Stealin' a rack, pullin' a Track' Yeah, keep it intact, all of my niggas know just how to act (phew) These niggas act like they ain't never had bitches These niggas ain't keepin' it player ('kay) Beatin' that shit out the square, ain't even playin' it fair (yeah) Ain't gotta worry, ain't sayin' shit, shit like I wasn't even there (huh) Hit from the back and I pull out her hair, so I bought her some new ones (okay, yeah) Blick on my hip and it's stuck to the side like I used me a glue gun Huh, movin' 'em racks, so now I give you some new ones Yeah, throw out them 20s and tens, I'm keepin' 'em pink and 'em blue ones (yeah) How he your shooter? On God, he know he ain't shoot none (shoot) My stepper cannot go to Canada, he is a nuisance Wait, what's they stats? This ain't facts, them ain't racks at all (damn) I move around strong-armin' like I'm jackin' off (yeah) Bitch, fuck her friend, all these rap niggas is weird (phew) My legs ain't never been in Amiris (phew) Fuck these rap niggas, I'm serious (phew) Fuck 'em (slide), fuck 'em all Slidin' in that Roadster (slide), slidin' in that 'Cat (slide) Slidin' with that nine (slide), slidin' with that TEC (slide) Slidin' with that hoe (phew), slidin' with that bitch (slide) Slidin' with my dawg (uh), slidin' with my stick (slide) Uh (slide), uh, uh, uh, uh (slide) Uh, uh, uh, uh (slide, brr, phew), uh, uh, uh, uh (slide) Yeah, what's the word? What's the talk? What they really sayin'? Thousand Superman pills wrapped up in Saran She been beggin' her, bring friends, fuck it, let 'em in Maxin', I don't crap some, slidin' 'round with straps, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, I put that shit up on the map, uh Fuck 'em, yeah, okay I'm slidin' with my bitch, uh, slidin' with my bitch (with my bitch) Got four seats, but I use two to hold my riches (uh, yeah, my riches) Way too up, can't remember last time I washed 'em dishes (uh, facts) Play with us, we step on shit, yes, we burn bridges (whoa-whoa) Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (whoa), uh Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh (fuck you), uh, uh (yeah), uh Uh-huh
Writer(s): Miles Mccollum, Deshawn Terry Jackson, Max Rafael Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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