Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
Vocals
DannyBoyStyles
Programming
Rex Kudo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rex Kudo
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Danny Schofield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DannyBoyStyles
Producer
Rex Kudo
Producer
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Texty
No question, I'ma ride out for my bros
The money turned me to a savage on these hoes
I don't need nobody, I could do this on my own
Fuck everybody, born alone and die alone
I got a cougar bitch, and we get along
'Cause my cougar bitch look like Nia Long
You can tell I'm getting money by what I got on
Supreme, Gucci, Louis, Fendi, and some Saint Laurent
No windows in the studio, don't wanna see the sun
You know I'm killingshit on every beat I'm on
I might fall asleep and crash my ca
I'm drivin' home
Thirty milligrams, I'm focused,
You can't take me out my zone
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape, and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Just got a check, they say I'm crazy
'Cause I'm sharing all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don't care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
You were always fake, you've been a phony
You was never real
I don't want your love
Because I know it isn't real
Please don't try to hug me
'Cause I don't like how it feels
I was runnin' out of patience, running out of pills
XO wanna sign me, I'ma sign a fuckin' deal
They didn't wanna let me in the club last year
Now it's 30K every time I appear
I see a real one when I look inside the mirror
Had to face my demons, had to face all of my fears
They love a brown boy that's with the shits, this shit is rare
My shooter unpredictable, still gotta keep him near
We aiming for his head
Won't waste it in the air
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Just got a check, they say I'm crazy
'Cause I'm sharing all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don't care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Writer(s): Danny Schofield, Navraj Goraya, Masamune Rex Kudo
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