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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Dameon Sean Hughes
Dameon Sean Hughes
Songwriter
Luiz Bonfá
Luiz Bonfá
Songwriter
Raphael Udo III
Raphael Udo III
Songwriter
Wouter De Backer
Wouter De Backer
Songwriter
Xavier Barrios
Xavier Barrios
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
DracoKid
DracoKid
Producer
Project X
Project X
Producer
Superstar O.
Superstar O.
Producer

Lyrics

Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothin' Ayy, don't butt deal with it, we swervin' (we swervin') It was stolen cars I was hoppin' out with my Glock, tryna give me a murder (pop, pop) Huh, come on, now we in 'em tinted suburbans (suburbans) Pullin' up in all black just for the Glock to match her purse (match her purse) Come on, bingo on body for body (a body) Fuck that, I'm tryna stack up the profit, I love that I was 13, runnin' around like Rugrat I'm tryna numb all the pain, where the drugs at? Gucci (come on), Louis (come on), spend it (come on), blew it (come on) 'Member 'em days (come on), when I couldn't even do it (come on) I ain't even need a nigga back then, present day, he turn red, I knew it (mmm) Cricket ass nigga, we straight (we straight), yeah Always on time, never late (never late), yeah They was doin' dirty shit on me, but God was bakin' the cake, yeah Fresh as hell, in some Bape, my bitch Chanel down fiend great to me (yeah) Knew that nigga was a snake (yeah), now he snakeskin on my hoodie (yeah) Smokin' on 'em tonight (yo), rollin' our pack all night (all night) If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life) Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right) So we can puff all night (night), 'cause we smokin' our pack for life (mmm) Smokin' on 'em tonight (mmm), rollin' our pack all night (mmm) If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life) Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right) So we can puff all night, 'cause we smokin' our pack for life (I don't even need your love) (You treat me like a stranger and I feel so alone) Coop peanut butter jelly on the inside, I gave it (I gave it, jerk) Overseas I'm a household name, nigga, I made it (NLE) I'm the person that I used to pray to be when I was the old me, yeah 'Ppreciate, don't hate, use me as motivation (that's old me) They was on the floor, waitin' on me to fall it's four years in, I still ain't fall off Nigga went broke, tryna ball, ten M's up, ain't nothin' but six feet tall (mmm) Ran it up, stack it, then do it again (yeah), get so much money, don't need a friend (yeah) Shit, no niggas, wherever, whoever, only in here, fuck who I offend Remember say no to drugs kids, but I'ma smoke to this (roll up) With you and you and you and you in the blunt, I'm on some oppo' shit (yeah) Smokin' on 'em tonight (yo), rollin' our pack all night (all night), uh If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life) Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right) So we can puff all night (night), 'cause we smokin' our pack for life (mmm) Smokin' on 'em tonight (mmm), rollin' our pack all night (mmm) If I ain't kill him in the flesh (flesh), we kill 'em niggas at life (at life) Make sure you roll him up tight (tight), make sure you roll him up right (right) So we can puff all night, 'cause we smokin' our pack for life (And I don't even need your love) (But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough)
Writer(s): Walter De Backer, Luiz Bonfa, Dameon Sean Hughes, Bryson Lashun Potts, Xavier Barrios, Raphael Udo Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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