A$AP Rockyのトップソング
同様の曲
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
BlocBoy JB
Vocals
Khloe Anna
Background Vocals
Keion Anderson
Background Vocals
Karly Cronin
Background Vocals
Stella Santana
Background Vocals
Fred Lowinger
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Ricci Rierra
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Hector Delgado
Songwriter
Rory W. Quigley
Songwriter
James Baker
Songwriter
Jameel Bruner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A$AP Rocky
Additional Producer
Ricci Rierra
Producer
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Kintaró
Producer
FNZ
Additional Producer
Harry Fraud
Additional Producer
Zach Brown
Assistant Engineer
Clay Perry
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
People think you're stuck up, but we're all super good friends
It's only natural, I suppose, but we're all super good friends
Um, I get the feeling that you're admired, but, um
I'm above average
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day
Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day
If you still frontin' when I up it, I'mma squeeze
Bad company's bad for your company
Bad company's bad for your company
Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
When I say I got beef, they don't want no beef
When they say they got beef, they don't wanna eat
If he said he wants smoke, they don't want no steam
She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad
Had a bachelors degree, Ph.D. while sellin' speed
Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin' on her self-esteem
Hit up Bloc, yo' this Flock
Nigga, where you at? Pin the drop, uh
My new map location be the block on the app
I need money and company, Nah Nah
Bad bitches, I don't even know the company, hahahaha
You—you—you can't hang baby, we don't want you 'round here
I—ice on my neck and it's froze, Santa's reindeer
Y—you got bad bitches, hella hoes, i—i—it's the same here
You bad company, lil' bro, you can't hang here
G—g—g—gettin' money so the bottles keep on comin'
Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin' so you know the trap jumpin'
Tha—tha—that nigga lookin' at me, he owe me some money
Hit 'em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin'
Why—why these niggas playin' games?
They don't want no problems with me
My shooters got good aim, you know I brought them shottas with me
Might have hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missin'
Them niggas were opposition
They move wrong, so I shot them bitches
Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes
Actin' brand new like I don't see you when I do
Who them folks? Who want smoke? You too close, give me room
Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don't they?
Bad company, that's bad for your company
Bad company, that's bad for your company
Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef
Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees
Flintstone bust down, color Murakami
Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney
Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie
Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me
I'mma come clean, I got hella beef
Paranoia got me rollin' up my sleeves, okay
Niggas hatin' cause I'm uppin' up the fees
Whole team got V's on they tees, all day
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day
Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day
If you still frontin' when I up it, I'mma squeeze
I'm above average
Writer(s): Michael John Mule, James Baker, Rakim Mayers, Ricci Riera, Hector Delgado, Rory William Quigley, Isaac Deboni, Jameel Bruner
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