Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zaytoven
Programming
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Producer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Swift
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Zaytoven
[Verse 2]
Gucci to the sock
Gucci to the sock
Gucci to the sock
Gucci to the sock, I just talked to Zay
I was on the block, he was on the way
They keep callin' my phone, they trippin' (Hello?)
Hello
[Verse 3]
I don't wanna talk, girl, leave me 'lone (Yeah)
I can't go outside, watch I come off strong
Can you hear me up? Please don't call my phone (Hello)
I'ma count the guap, baby, all alone, yeah
Now, I'm all alone (Ya) Please don't call my phone
Stackin' all my bags, 'cause my money long
Not goin' out sad, man, I'm comin' strong, ya
[Verse 4]
Let's go, pop a rubber band, make it rain, let's snow
When I'm in the field, bitch, I ball like Romo, yeah
All on my own, yeah, all on my phone
Girl, don't call on my phone
She in love with me, but that's your hoe
You say it's loyalty, that's a no, no
Hit it on the screen, use the GoPro
Pull up on the scene with a .44
Tryna flex on me, that's a no-show
You ain't gettin' no guap, you got no shows
Rockin' Saint Laurent, you got no clothes (Skrrt)
You too dull (Ya) Rollin' loud
[Verse 5]
I don't wanna talk, girl, leave me 'lone (Yeah)
I can't go outside, watch I come off strong
Can you hear me up? Please don't call my phone (Hello)
I'ma count the guap, baby, all alone, yeah
Now I'm all alone (Ya) Please don't call my phone
Stackin' all my bags, 'cause my money long
Not goin' out sad, man, I'm comin' strong, ya
[Verse 6]
AP on my wrist, ice my watch
My phone keep on ringin', yeah, it won't stop
Whip that pot, wrist on lock
Pull up drop, diamond water, need a drop
Gucci to the socks, I just talked to Zay
I was on the block, he was on the way
He said, "What you got?," "Zay, we 'bout to get paid"
Zay said, "Money, that's all great but, boy you better pray, ya
Boy, you better pray 'cause no matter what you do, you know your sins gon' wash away"
She ain't tryna give up, she won't get up out my face
I just count up fifties, got them hundreds on the way
[Verse 7]
I don't wanna talk, girl, leave me 'lone (Yeah)
I can't go outside, watch I come off strong
Can you hear me up? Please don't call my phone (Hello)
I'ma count the guap, baby, all alone, yeah
Now I'm all alone (Ya) Please don't call my phone
Stackin' all my bags, 'cause my money long
Not goin' out sad, man, I'm comin' strong, ya
Written by: Symere Woods, Xavier Dotson