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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shordie Shordie
Shordie Shordie
Vocals
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programming
TNT
TNT
Programming
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Sanford Austin
Leland Sanford Austin
Songwriter
Raquan Hudson
Raquan Hudson
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Jonathan Gaboff
Jonathan Gaboff
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Cassandra Isbell
Cassandra Isbell
Assistant Engineer
Ali "Amac" McGuire
Ali "Amac" McGuire
Mixing Engineer
TNT
TNT
Producer
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Inside, I really wanna talk to you (Yung Lan on the track) Tell me where you at, no bus fare, I'd rather walk to you So I can think about the shit I wanna say (Pipe that shit up, TnT) And by the time I get to you, I'd probably start an argument (m-m-m-Murda) Like fuck it, I walked here, tears shedding like dog hair I give her that D, I give her that D, she like, "Bring that log here" Like, why you here, why am I here? Like, I don't belong here Like, let me think, please close that door, this ain't no song here I used to trap with the same niggas, but the same niggas don't treat the same You spending time with all of them niggas, you really treat me like I'm some kind of lame Feel like I want you, trust you But it's fuck you, and it don't be have to be that way It can be that way if you want it I don't even like going places I don't know got homies dead and gone It go way far past the t-shirt, like, how we get this way? You supposed to stay with that burner Wishing you coming back, make a wish like Timmy Turner The gun on a nigga, whip it out, make him run on a nigga He be talking, don't know how to talk, so I told him shut up, made a son out a nigga So I just wanna go on them dates, tell my bitch that I'm doing the most this time And I ain't giving no nigga shit, I ain't seeing no work, I ain't seeing no grind I used to trap with the same niggas, but the same niggas don't treat the same You spending time with all of them niggas, you really treat me like I'm some kind of lame Feel like I want you, trust you But it's fuck you, and it don't be have to be that way Oh, aye, aye, aye, aye Uh, aye, aye, aye, aye I used to trap with the same niggas, but the same niggas don't treat the same You spending time with all of them niggas, you really treat me like I'm some kind of lame Feel like I want you, trust you But it's fuck you, and it don't be have to be that way Uh, u-uh, it don't have to be that way (It don't have to be that way) Um, um-uh, it don't have to be that way Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh, uh-uh-uh, u-uh (And it don't have to be that way) Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh, uh-uh-uh, u-uh (yeah) (And it don't have to be that way) That was hard Uh, shit
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Thomas Horton, Jonathan Gaboff, Raquan Hudson, Leland Sanford Austin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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