Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
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monte booker
Background Vocals
Nathan Foley
Nathan Foley
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Foley
Nathan Foley
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
Amari Lewis
Amari Lewis
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Neil
Michael Neil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Myles
Charlie Myles
Co-Producer
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monte booker
Producer
Phoelix
Phoelix
Co-Producer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Elton "L10" Chueng
Elton "L10" Chueng
Mastering Engineer
BRYAN SCHWALLER
BRYAN SCHWALLER
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

[Intro]
Smino love ya
Shit, Lil Monte on the beat, you got it on repeat
Word out on the streets, the Zero got the heat
Shit, uh
[Chorus]
I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up ****
I know preachers, I know healers, and I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, Blu Billy, we conditioned by conditions
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up make us forget shit
I beat your face up if ain't no paystub by Friday
I want my motherfuckin' check, ****, you better quit playin' with me
I swear to God I'll come blow this bitch up
Don't wanna lay up, as-salamu alaykum, in L.A.
[Verse 1]
I see you came with empty styrofoam, it's cool, I pour in your cup
Shorty insane, that's how I know she got that juicy fruit, want her guts
Chewin' and smackin', I'm actually enjoyin' the action, that coochie be packin' a punch
Ow, we F'in to Lloyd in the Mayweather, got the box and now she want a ring
Selfish, I don't wanna share a baby, better all by myself, yada mean?
Blacker the berry, Burberry sheets
This the best version I seen of me
Candy paint coupe, but don't thing it's sweet
Y'all better worry 'bout my unreleased
Baby, don't wait till I'm outta reach
Hello?
[Chorus]
I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up ****
I know preachers, I know healers, and I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, Blu Billy, we conditioned by conditions
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up make us forget shit
I beat your face up if ain't no paystub by Friday
I want my motherfuckin' check, ****, you better quit playin' with me
For real, though
I swear to God I'll come blow this bitch up
Don't wanna lay up, as-salamu alaykum, in L.A.
[Verse 2]
Busy you, busy me, like, how busy can busy be?
Hardly catchin' Z's, no fatigue
Hate it when it rain, Missy E
Nefertiti chain, oh, she deep
Eat her with a spoon, call her Reese
Then we fuck and burn them calories
I couldn't give you a better reason
Fuck with you 'cause you fuck with me
Fuck with me, yeah, you fuck with Smi'
Told them girls to beat it, Sheila E
Eat a D, this the E.N.D.
PND playin' on the speaks
Smi'-E-O, big
[Chorus]
I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up ****
I know preachers, I know healers, and I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, Blu Billy, we conditioned by conditions
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up make us forget shit
She said, "Smino, love ya"
[Outro]
Entrepre-****, entrepre-****, I did it all on my own
Entrepre-****, entrepre-****, I did a lot on my own
Entrepre-****, I'm just a ****, I did it–, uh, uh
Entrepre-****, entrepre-****, I put the clip in, I pull the trigger
I make the whole gun, I Smith & Wess' them
Step with the bro-bro, yeah, with the brethren
Stay with the throat G.O.A.T., greatest Excedrin
She ain't no ho, I'm just a legend
This ain't no promo, this is a present
I know Smino love you
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Amari Lewis, Christopher Smith, Christopher Smith Jr., Michael Neil, Nathan Foley
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