Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BETASTIC
Performer
GRHHH
Performer
LØU
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Harlow
Songwriter
Montero Hill
Songwriter
David Biral
Songwriter
Denzel Baptiste
Songwriter
Nick Lee
Songwriter
Raul Cubina
Songwriter
Kanye West
Songwriter
Roy Lenzo
Songwriter
Denzel Michael-Akil Baptiste
Songwriter
Mark "Oji" Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BETASTIC
Producer
GRHHH
Producer
lou
Producer
Testi
Baby back, ayy
Couple racks, ayy
Couple Grammys on him
Couple plaques, ayy
That's a fact, ayy
Throw it back, ayy
Throw it back, ayy
And this one is for the champions
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah
I told you long ago, on the road
I got what they waitin' for
I don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
You was never really rootin' for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
He don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
Uh, need to, uh
Need to get this album done
Need a couple number ones
Need a plaque on every song
Need me like one with Nicki now
Tell a rap boy, "I don't see ya", ha
I'm a pop star like Bieber, ha
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha
But all these bitches like Madea
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Ayy, oh, let's do it
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit
I blew up now everybody tryna sue me
You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah
And this one is for the champions
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah
I told you long ago, on the road
I got what they waitin' for
I don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
You was never really rootin' for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
He don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
My track record so clean
They couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy
Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay
And these girls know that I'm nasty
I sent her back to her boyfriend
With my handprint on her ass cheek
City talkin', we takin' notes
Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts
Wish he could but he can't get close
OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toasts
I'm the type that you can't control
Said I would then I made it so
Writer(s): Denzel Baptista, Gerry Ananta Wijaya, Gerry Winata, Justin Schütz, Michael Vossler
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