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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
Khadimoul Fall
Khadimoul 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
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Assistance d’ingénierie
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
Ingénierie de prise de son

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What the fuck is we doin'? Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Gang back in the stu' (Gang, gang...) Uh, yeah, gang back in the stu' (Gang) Young nigga 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 a coupe (Scoop), paparazzi, we switch the route (Yeah) Yeah, see your bitch gettin' loose, huh I'm in L.A. with the views, huh (Yeah), I'm in L.A. with your boo (Yeah, it's lit) 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 I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang) I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (Zoo) 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 flu' (Yeah) Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose (Yeah, yeah, bitch) 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, any shit 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 the 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) I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang) I'm switching' 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, send a stain like a flu' (Ooh) Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose I'm from the North where they robbin' and killin' (Woo, woo) Young nigga 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 passin' out pills, I'm a geek at the VIP (Yeah) 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 at 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, there 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 I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang) I'm switching' 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 flu' (Ooh) Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose (Yeah)
Writer(s): Ebony Oshunrinde, Jacques Webster, Lawrence Taylor, Caleb Toliver, Khadimou Fall, Ugur Tig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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