Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Yeat
Yeat
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Paroles/Composition
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Paroles/Composition
steven giron
steven giron
Paroles/Composition
Primo Pepper
Primo Pepper
Paroles/Composition
Rafe Nelson
Rafe Nelson
Paroles/Composition
Juan Alvarado
Juan Alvarado
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Synthetic
Synthetic
Production
venny
venny
Production
Primo
Primo
Production
rafeprod
rafeprod
Production
33empathy
33empathy
Production
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Ingénierie de mixage
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Chorus]
Yeah, fuck what you heard of me
Yeah, fuck what ya
Yeah, fuck what you heard of me
I know that you heard of me
No, I can't fuck with ya
No, I can't rock with ya
No, no, no, no, I can't talk to ya
Diamonds on my body when I walk through they see these lights on me
[Verse 1]
Yeah, geek up like the god
Geek up like I'm talkin' to you
Bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call
Bands on a car
Wanna see ya fall
Yeah, I'm comin' for ya heart
Even though it's the night, I could see in the dark
You like all these lights, you say diamonds a art
[Verse 2]
Yeah, why you talk 'bout them?
Why you talk 'bout me?
Why the fuck you speak?
Why you talk to me, why you beg? we cut yo knees then
Anytime I talk, you make it happen, you know I mean it
Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed it
This got them scratchin' they heads, like I keyed it
Yeah, that money, power, respect, it's what I needed
Geek up everyday, I just repeat it
No, you don't mind me, yeah, you just like me
You like money, you just like me
[Chorus]
Fuck what you heard of me
Fuck what you heard of me
I know that you heard of me
No, I can't fuck with ya
No, I can't rock with ya
No, no, no, no, I can't talk to ya
Diamonds on my body when I walk through they see these lights on me
[Verse 3]
Yeah, geek up like the god
Geek up like I'm talkin' to you
Bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call
Bands on a car
Wanna see ya fall
Yeah, I'm comin' for ya heart
Even though it's the night, I could see in the dark
You like all these lights, you say diamonds a art
[Verse 4]
Yeah, why you talk 'bout them?
Why you talk 'bout me?
Why the fuck you speak?
Why you talk to me, why you beg? We cut yo knees then
Anytime I talk I make it happen, you know I mean it
Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed it
This got them scratchin' they heads, like I keyed it
Yeah, that money, power, respect, it's what I needed
Written by: Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Noah Smith, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson, steven giron
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