Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
BigWalkDog
BigWalkDog
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dajour Jamal Walker
Dajour Jamal Walker
Songwriter
Daniel Isaiah Morfin
Daniel Isaiah Morfin
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Stefano Rivista
Stefano Rivista
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kayla Holland
Kayla Holland
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Catalano
Jacob Catalano
Mixing Engineer
Hefty Beats
Hefty Beats
Producer
wavyrivi
wavyrivi
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Spatial Mixing Engineer
Salvador Majail
Salvador Majail
Recording Engineer

Testi

They say birds of a feather, they gon' flock together (flock together, brr) But wait, it's levels, you ain't reached this level (you ain't reached this level, uh-uh) I'm so high to the point I got propellers (I got propellers), I'm tryna tell you that I'm up (up) Still'll pull up at any time with my jewelry on in a big truck (wow, big truck) Diamonds on my body hittin' up like the jewelry man put a hit on 'em (bling) He ridin' 'round with a stick on it, but it sound like it's a switch on it (frrt) In the hood in the double-R with my jewelry swingin' like Big Scarr (long live Scarr, for real) I still pull up in the gang way, I'ma keep it the same way I'm the same way, not even a thang changed, not even a thang, for real (nope) Face card at least a mill', can't cry over spilled milk, eat the cereal I still ain't got opps in the 'vert, take a spin, no tint on the window, you see what I'm sayin' He can't get no money, he need him a plan, throw rocks on my fingers, ain't hidin' my hand He say he want shine, they gave him a tan, ain't take much of nothin', just gave him a van He come from the mud, that made him a man, they like how I pop it, that made 'em a fan They like how I rock it, this shit on demand, this watch 'round my hand same price yo' advance He not with a band, the drum in his hand, see, I'm on the field in the quarterback stand This get out of pocket, throw work in the van, they know who I am, and they know I'm the man And they know what it is, got the heat in the party, the blower in here In a Lamb' truck, click it and throw it in gear In the dark with my diamonds, they know I'm in here (ice, ice, ice) They say birds of a feather, they gon' flock together (flock together, brr) But wait, it's levels, you ain't reached this level (you ain't reached this level, uh-uh) I'm so high to the point I got propellers (I got propellers), I'm tryna tell you that I'm up (up) Still'll pull up at any time with my jewelry on in a big truck (wow, big truck) Diamonds on my body hittin' up like the jewelry man put a hit on 'em (bling) He ridin' 'round with a stick on it, but it sound like it's a switch on it (frrt) In the hood in the double-R with my jewelry swingin' like Big Scarr (long live Scarr, for real) First off, R.I.P. to Big Scarr (R.I.P.) I'm ridin' in a new Lamborghini, but tell the truth, it's my bitch car (wow) Niggas be doin' that big talk, put they numbers up to BigWalk (WalkDog) They say I only sign demons, and I'm a devil, I need a pitchfork (well, damn) 1017, 111, Trick City to Zone 6 I went from 'cross the bricks, now my shooters be totin' legit sticks (grrah, grrah) I went gold and platinum, my only goal was to get rich If you ain't get it out the mud the way I did, then you won't feel this (no) I don't just talk, I live this, eat, breathe, and shit this And we don't shoot civilians, we spare our women and children (true) I'm ridin' for these millions, I'm walkin' down in these billions (billies) It's ain't personal, it's not business, get in yo' bag and not yo' feelings, it's Gucci They say birds of a feather, they gon' flock together (flock together, brr) But wait, it's levels, you ain't reached this level (you ain't reached this level, uh-uh) I'm so high to the point I got propellers (I got propellers), I'm tryna tell you that I'm up (up) Still'll pull up at any time with my jewelry on in a big truck (wow, big truck) Diamonds on my body hittin' up like the jewelry man put a hit on 'em (bling) He ridin' 'round with a stick on it, but it sound like it's a switch on it (frrt) In the hood in the double-R with my jewelry swingin' like Big Scarr (long live Scarr, for real)
Writer(s): Radric Davis, Dajour Jamal Walker, Daniel Morfin, Stefano Rivista Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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