Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
T Stead
Canto
That Mexican OT
Canto
Derrick Milano
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
T Stead
Composición
Dejuan Cross
Composición
Derrick Gray
Composición
Bobby Barrett
Composición
Nelson Kyle
Composición
Virgil r Gazca
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Derrick Milano
Producción
Nellz
Producción
Dejuan Cross
Producción
Deafh Beats
Producción
Peter A. Barker
Masterización
Evan Fulcher
Ingeniería de grabación
Moises "Mo" Santos Robalo
Ingeniería de grabación
Eric Klem
Ingeniería de grabación
Letra
[Chorus]
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out, watch him panic
[Chorus]
Got two chains on, I'm too lit, got one watch on my wrist
I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm young, but I ain't ignant
They keep asking, "Who the hell you think you are?"
Him, him, him, him, and him
They keep asking, "Who the hell you think you is?"
Him, him, him, him, and him
[Verse 1]
Been the best in this game for a minute
If I want it then I'm gonna go get it
Ain't no asking, you know I'ma spend it
I don't go back and forth like it's tennis
I'm in mode, I been locked on a mission
Keep it G, I ask God as my witness
I'm not pressing my bro of suspicion
Never pressing my bro of suspicion
She from NOLA, she got superstition
I'm not waiting and hoping and wishing
I'm not stopping, I'm balling relentless
I'ma stepper, I'm standing on business
And the rumors, I'm minding my business
I'm a tutor, teach you how to get it
I tap in with the ones in your city
We make movies, we all the way with it
[Chorus]
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out, watch him panic
[Chorus]
Got two chains on, I'm too lit, got one watch on my wrist
I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm young, but I ain't ignant
They keep asking, "Who the hell you think you are?"
Him, him, him, him, and him
They keep asking, "Who the hell you think you is?"
Him, him, him, him, and him
[Verse 2]
I told the people, "Yessir, I'm him"
I did the impossible, but I'm not Kim
Got a big body Escalade, F on the rim
Hit lil' buddy with a blitz, we gon' study his film
I ain't gotta say nothin', they know it's for real
Country lil' boy, tryna get me a mill
You want you some problems, you got you a deal
Mr. Bushwick Bill, tell me how ya feel
No, I'm from not Dallas, but yes, I'ma cowboy
We 'dem boys, we making loud noise
Staying fresh to death, yeah, I be looking like an Altoid
Got a defensive line that'll make 'em sit down, boy
Built like a D lineman, but still making touchdowns
Beat 'em in they hometown, I ain't hear not one sound
I been a big bully since I was on the playground
Now I'm all grown up and I still don't play around
Ride on
[Chorus]
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out, watch him panic
[Chorus]
Got two chains on, I'm too lit, got one watch on my wrist
I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm young, but I ain't ignant
They keep asking, "Who the hell you think you are?"
Him, him, him, him, and him
They keep asking, "Who the hell you think you is?"
Him, him, him, him, and him
For real
Written by: Bobby Barrett, Dejuan Cross, Derrick Gray, Frankie Gray, Nelson Kyle, T Stead, Virgil r Gazca