Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Canto
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Canto
John Mayer
John Mayer
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ebony Oshunrinde
Ebony Oshunrinde
Autoría
James Austin Cyr
James Austin Cyr
Autoría
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Autoría
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Autoría
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
WondaGurl
WondaGurl
Producción
London Cyr
London Cyr
Producción
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingeniería de mezcla
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Ingeniería de grabación
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Ingeniería de grabación
Skyler McLean
Skyler McLean
Asistente de ingeniería
Sean Solymor
Sean Solymor
Asistente de ingeniería

Letra

[Chorus]
No, you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Shorty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for twelve 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for twelve)
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
[Verse 1]
You gotta watch out where you rock, 'cause shit get real
Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby, she just wanna drill
The vibe's too wavy, it's too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go, 'cause shit get real
[PreChorus]
Uh-huh
Swing, when I swing, when I swing to the left
Pop-pop my trunk, dip-dip-dip-dip
Oh my
[Chorus]
You can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shorty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it burning out?
I let it burn, skrrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for twelve 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for twelve)
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
[Verse 2]
You must be cautious
Told lil' hoes I'm all in
Play this baller's offense
I left old girl, she calling
You know I hit in the morning
Oh, yeah, she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch
You know this shit mean nothing
Oh, didn't I hit your cousin?
Mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh, yeah, I know you love me
I beat it, ain't no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don't give a fuck how hard it get
That lil' bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh-yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the fresh cut
Hoes come through just to touch us
I'ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her
Sling my chop' from Russia
[PreChorus]
Swing, when I swing, when I swing to the left
Pop-pop my trunk, dip-dip-dip-dip
Swing-swing, when I swing, when I swing to the left
Pop-pop my trunk, dip
[Chorus]
No, you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Shorty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for twelve 'round my town, you might get killed
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
Written by: Don Toliver, Ebony Oshunrinde, Jacques Bermon Webster II, James Austin Cyr, Mike G. Dean
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