クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Songwriter
Arkay
Arkay
Songwriter
Carlos Pfersdorf
Carlos Pfersdorf
Songwriter
Onokey
Onokey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arkay
Arkay
Producer
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Executive Producer
Frank Criddell
Frank Criddell
Executive Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Derek Ali
Derek Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Onokey
Onokey
Producer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Engineer
Emkay
Emkay
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Why do they keep calling me?
Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get them off of me
Why these **** copy me?
Why these **** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these **** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh no, you a rapper now? I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame
[Verse 2]
Got me and all my **** out the street but we still street
Me and every **** 'round me full but we still eat
They tried to tell us slow down on that sliding but we still creep
He ain't woke up since that day you tried, bitch still sleep
[Verse 3]
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit that **** street whenever we in town
Them **** know we stepping like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean mugging dummy boys gon' die with a frown
[Verse 4]
Why do they keep calling me?
Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get them off of me
Why these **** copy me?
Why these **** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these **** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh, you a rapper now? I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame
[Verse 5]
Fuck a vest, you better find a Teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill too, that's how we get back
Before we left all you heard was a bunch of click-clack
Got back one, shouldn't left one of our gats
[Verse 6]
You can't call me lil' bro cuz I'm a big dawg
Tony that's my big bro, he sold Fentanyl
You wonder why I'm catching you, I played football
Don't come over here talking wrong, I shoot your lip off (No face ****)
[Verse 7]
**** do not fuck with me
Bitches from the past keep calling me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
[Verse 8]
Why do they keep calling me?
Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I cant get them off of me
Why these **** copy me?
Why these **** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these **** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh no, you a rapper now? I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame
Written by: Arkay, Carlos Pfersdorf, Horace Walls, Mark Läpple Onokey
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