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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Sheck Wes
Sheck Wes
Chant
CHASE B
CHASE B
Chant
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Chant
Luxury Tax
Luxury Tax
Chant
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Paroles/Composition
Khadimou Fall
Khadimou Fall
Paroles/Composition
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Paroles/Composition
Lawrence Taylor
Lawrence Taylor
Paroles/Composition
Ebony Oshunrinde
Ebony Oshunrinde
Paroles/Composition
Ugur Tig
Ugur Tig
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
WondaGurl
WondaGurl
Production
Vou
Vou
Production
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Ingénierie de prise de son
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Ingénierie de prise de son
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Assistance d’ingénierie
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

[Intro]
What the fuck is we doin'?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Gang back in the stu' (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Uh, yeah, gang back in the stu'
Young **** win, win, win, win (Bitch), how can I lose? (How, bitch?)
Uh, how can I lose? (How, bitch?), uh, how can I lose? (Yeah)
I ain't with the gang, gang, gang, gang (Bitch), fifty gon' shoot, uh (Squad)
Me and Trav' in the coupe (Scoop), paparazzi, we switch the route (Yeah)
Yeah, see your bitch gettin' loose, huh
I'm in LA with the views, huh, (Yeah), I'm in LA with your boo (It's lit)
[Verse 2]
We on the quest with the tribe (I bought it)
It's way too late, pick a side (Feng shui)
Jack make them boys come alive (They what?)
Better not fuck up the vibe (It's Travis)
Runnin' this shit with a stride
You know my gang the flyest
[Chorus]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' outta coupes (Gang)
I'm switchin' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (Zoom)
I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop (Scoop)
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops (Troops)
Whole squad got the juice (Yeah), send a stain like a flute (Yeah)
Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose (Yeah, yeah, bitch)
[Verse 3]
In the H, reppin' Screw (Screw)
Flamin' Harlem with the goons (It's lit, yeah)
We was wildin', skippin' school (Wildin')
Now we can go make the (Ching-ching)
Now we can go make the millions, Trinidad my crew
Cactus Jack on my shoe
And this shit
[Verse 4]
I came from the mud, straight to the top (Yeah)
Shooters outside double parked
I'm from New York, she like how I talk
She need an ass, it's bought
Came to my chambers, we went wild
Drove this bitch crazy, gave 'em all miles
I'm with young Jacques, know it's goin' down
Smokin' that Jack, get it by the pound (Straight up)
Don't need the pussy, I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
But I'm still smokin' that loud
Hit my hoes when I'm in town (Yeah)
They know who got the Scouts (Bitch)
[Chorus]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' outta coupes (Gang)
I'm switchin' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (Bitch)
I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop (My side)
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice (Yeah), send a stain like a flute (Ooh)
Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I'm from the North where they robbin' and killin' (Woo, woo)
Young **** rich, but I'm still from the trenches (Woo)
Luxury tax, my water by G
P-I-R-U, bitch, I bang what I bleed
I'm passing out pills, I'ma geek up the VIP
One shot to the head and make sure he don't miss
I fuck on the bitch, have her stalkin' on Fifth
Still pourin' up Act', they say it don't exist (At all)
Fifth got some vibes in the crib
Like, "I wanna fuck right now"
Keep hundred on hundreds for real
Bitch, I'm goin' up right now
Bitch, rollin' some weed, you know gang in the stu'
Bottles on bottles, 1942
Models on models, this shit nothin' new
You might catch some shots takin' shots at the crew
I like my hoes by the two
Blew 800K on a coupe (Uh-huh, racks)
We fucked, it wasn't nothin' else to do (Ooh)
You play with La Flame, I'ma shoot (Racks)
This a hundred round drum, I got mob ties
This a double M truck, ain't no broke vibes
Now we only take jets for the hard times
Know I call up them killers, they gon' slide
Bitch, I'm with the gang
[Chorus]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang)
I'm switchin' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (Bitch)
I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop (My side)
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice (Ooh), send a stain like a flute (Ooh)
Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose (Yeah)
Written by: Caleb Toliver, Ebony Oshunrinde, Jacques Bermon Webster II, Khadimou Fall, Lawrence Taylor, Ugur Tig
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