Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blxst
Blxst
Vocals
Bino Rideaux
Bino Rideaux
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Burdette
Matthew Burdette
Songwriter
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Songwriter
Immanuel J. McMillian
Immanuel J. McMillian
Songwriter
Christopher Wilson
Christopher Wilson
Songwriter
Jared William Grace
Jared William Grace
Songwriter
Owen Barton
Owen Barton
Songwriter
Darius George Wooten
Darius George Wooten
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blxst
Blxst
Producer
Jay Millian
Jay Millian
Producer
Tharealjfkbeatz
Tharealjfkbeatz
Producer
tharealcstylez
tharealcstylez
Producer
Mark Raggio
Mark Raggio
Producer
D.Woo
D.Woo
Producer
Lance Powell
Lance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens Mastering
Chris Athens Mastering
Mastering Engineer
Chris Ulrich
Chris Ulrich
Mastering Engineer
OB
OB
Producer

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[Chorus]
Aye, you know how we do it
Forty on the neck, a compliment should come included, yeah
Gang thick, popping out ruthless
I could do the coupe but that Suburban too exclusive, yeah
Bitch, you better wear it if the shoe fits
I ran up a check and I'm too busy for your two cents, aye
You the type to pop and never do shit, wait
I'm the type to give you **** blueprints
[Verse 1]
Yeah, clearly we all knowing who the truth is
Made it real, track and field, running up the blue strips, yeah
Really, you ain't got to introduce him
Boss shit, I could pull a string, no acoustic, yeah-yeah
We done finally got it out the trenches
Top shit, see the rocks lit from a distance, yeah
Say she had the EVGLE on her wish list, yeah
She know that I go like I'm dismissed
You were never present when they slept on me
Told her that she better put respect on me
Better have a check when you check on me
The vibe priceless like I won't accept no fee, don't sleep
[Chorus]
Aye, you know how we do it
Forty on the neck, a compliment should come included, yeah
Gang thick, popping out ruthless
I could do the coupe but that Suburban too exclusive, yeah
Bitch, you better wear it if the shoe fits
I ran up a check and I'm too busy for your two cents, aye
You the type to pop and never do shit, wait
I'm the type to give you **** blueprints
[Verse 2]
I'm the type to give a **** smoke
We was broke, now it's hundreds in the lining of the coat
Break a bitch down, break a hundred million with the bros
Hundred shots, it's gon' light up like the ceiling in the Rolls
One hundred, you can feel it in his soul
Now it's chips, **** act like I'm supposed to fill a ****'s bowl
Eliantte diamonds getting fitted in the gold
Bae, you funny, all this money, she tryna chose
Sheee
I'm off that Perc', so my eyes low
I been pouring up to deal with that hurt, so I drive slow
I had grew up 'round the dealings and killings, I'm tryna grow
Piling up lately, I'm feeling it times four
Powered up lately, I'm feeling it times ten
You know how I like it, come do it like it again
You know how it go, can we do it like it again?
You know how, hmm
You know how we do it
[Chorus]
Aye, you know how we do it
Forty on the neck, a compliment should come included, yeah
Gang thick, popping out ruthless
I could do the coupe but that Suburban too exclusive, yeah
Bitch, you better wear it if the shoe fits
I ran up a check and I'm too busy for your two cents, aye
You the type to pop and never do shit, wait
I'm the type to give you **** blueprints
Written by: Brandon Rainey, Christopher Wilson, Darius George Wooten, Immanuel J. McMillian, Jared William Grace, Mark Jackson Raggio, Matthew Burdette, Owen Barton
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