Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
G Herbo
Canto
Lil Uzi Vert
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Joshua Luellen
Composición
Symere Woods
Autoría
Herbert R Wright
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Southside
Producción
Dave Kutch
Masterización
Kesha Lee
Ingeniería de grabación
Matt Hennessy
Ingeniería de mezcla
Miguel Scott
Ingeniería de grabación
Letra
[Verse 1]
Hit the scene, so fresh, so motherfuckin' clean
And my car so fast, it's leaving everything
I love you so, momma, and thank you for everything
And you know momma, I was doing everything
Using guns, ecstasy, I'm on extra lean
In the hood, I'm selling molly, raw, everything
Heroin, we crushing Tylenol, everything, weed, soft, everything
Hit the mall, fifty G's, and I ball, everything
Plug just like Tom Brady, boy, I caught everything
My uncle a gangster, I'm the one he taught everything
You can't be my lady, sneaky bitch, I saw everything
[Verse 2]
Herbo, what you do for fun? Bitch, everything
(What you gon' do with that gun? Bitch, everything)
What kind of drugs you wanna run? Bitch, everything
If you die, what you gon' leave your mom? Bitch, everything
[Verse 3]
Everything on you phony
**** lie 'bout everything, put it on they homies
Hatin' ass ****, you want everything on me
Swervo saucy, everything got double G's, don't it?
Italian beef with everything, extra cheese on it
I done iced out everything, them VV's on it
I done tried everything, except coke and dope
I done fired everything, .40's blow the most
Seen dead bodies, everything, so I drove the Ghost
Told that bitch take off everything, I ain't even close
Took everything in me not to close your fuckin' door
Barney's on me, everything, everything boss, everything is sauce
[Verse 4]
Herbo, what you do for fun? Bitch, everything
(What you gon' do with that gun? Bitch, everything)
What kind of drugs you wanna run? Bitch, everything
If you die, what you gon' leave your mom? Bitch, everything
[Verse 5]
Yo, everything
My new whip, that bitch, it came with everything
I'ma turn that boy into a heavy stain
Whippin' up that dope, yeah, that's that heavy cream
I've been fucking on your bitch since I was 17
Even though my Glock hold 30, this a 17
Chop it up, whole thing from the Medellin
My old gun, that shit was dirty, but I kept it clean
Mask off, remember me, extra button on the back
'Cause my Uzi a lemon squeeze
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
Swag, swag, swag, that's my disease
Fuck her once, I gotta leave, smokin' dope, I'm Japanese
Fucked her in the master suite, I ball like an athlete
[Verse 6]
Herbo, what you do for fun? Bitch, everything
(What you gon' do with that gun? Bitch, everything)
What kind of drugs you wanna run? Bitch, everything
If you die, what you gon' leave your mom? Bitch, everything
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Joshua Luellen, Symere Woods