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Final Form
13,794
Hip-Hop/Rap
Final Form fue lanzado el 23 de abril de 2021 por Quality Control Music/Motown Records como parte del álbum Michigan Boy Boat
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Fecha de lanzamiento23 de abril de 2021
Sello discográficoQuality Control Music/Motown Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM94

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Voces
Helluva
Helluva
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Autoría
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Helluva
Helluva
Producción
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Ingeniería de mezcla
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Ingeniería de grabación
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
I ain't never got the respect that I truly deserve
That's why I park them double M's & R's on the curb
If they do 200 I'm destined to swerve
All my life these **** hated, they really some birds
So when my brother got them birds, we stunted on nerds
If they ain't fuckin then it's up, we puntin' them nerds
We pull up and set the tone, we move in a herd
Ask her how I pull in them M's? From rhyming my words
How these bitches lose a spot? From irking my nerves
I don't wanna be your friend, you **** is poor
I don't wanna be your man, I know your credit score
Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core
Might have burnt my self twice chasin' dirty whores
I done slide this bitch out, we just made it smore
Gave this bitch a thousand knowing that she want more
[Verse 2]
And I'm ruthless
I refuse
To take that bitch to Ruth Chris
I refuse to do what he do, you ain't my bitch
I ain't buying you no watch, that ain't my wrist
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these ****
Wouldn't nobody give a fuck if wasn't wealthy, ****
If I get jammed how many bitches finna write me, ****
If I get shot who at my wake standing beside me, ****?
[Verse 4]
Who finna take care of my moms and my sister?
When they crying to my picture
And they the only ones who really miss me
Everybody else gon 'go on with they damn life
And my bitch'll prolly go on and be somebody wife
[Verse 5]
That's why my back against the wall and I be thinking twice
'Cause would these **** pay my bills if I couldn't keep on lights?
They say I'm too distance from em', I got every right
I think about my brother Black Gwalla every night
The lobby tried to hold him down, gave him every strike
I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes
[Verse 6]
I'm really standing on my toes like you **** fried
I ain't breaking down shit ever, I'm gon' sell the pie
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I ain't breaking down shit ever, I'm gon' sell the pie
From the D to the A I'm finna let it fly
[Verse 8]
Michigan Boy Boat, yeah
My final form ****
Let's get it
Written by: Miles Parks McCollum, Martin Rafeal Mc Curtis
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