Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
YSN Flow
Vocais
Sool Got Hits
Programação
Greedo
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Devaughn Ieblanc-Griffith
Composição
Kamron Ford
Composição
Nikolai Siebers
Composição
Rasool diaz
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Sool Got Hits
Produção
Greedo
Coprodução
Fabian Marasciullo
Engenharia (mixagem)
Thomas McLaren
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Chris Athens
Engenharia (masterização)
Charles Cox
Engenharia (gravação)
Letra
[Verse 1]
(Sool, we got one, ****)
Sool Got Hits, ooh
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, oh
L462 Gang
Ay, ay
[Verse 2]
Hit that track to the sack, I'ma run it up
They gon' copy my swag when I'm comin' up
Can't go out like no bitch, I ain't dumb enough
New Amiris with Benjis, I stuff 'em up
Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist
All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's
Brand new chopper and this bitch came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em
[Verse 3]
Just the beginning, I know I'ma shake somethin'
I'm a young ****, but don't play nothin'
You hit my blunt, probably think that I laced somethin'
Don't talk to no police, I got too much money
I hit up my lawyer, it's case closed
I would say I want a milli', but made those
Feel like El Chapo, got **** in Mexico who be shippin' me them pesos
Too lazy to fuck the bitch, I want some neck
Got a Xan' and some Act' in my Faygo
Told my bitch that I'm loyal, I gotta be faithful
Can't talk to no groupies, she hate, though
I was down on my ass and they showed they true colors
I bet they come back for a plate, though
I ain't done, you can't eat off my plate, no
They only came back 'cause a young **** ran it up
[Verse 4]
Hit that track to the sack, I'ma run it up
They gon' copy my swag when I'm comin' up
Can't go out like no bitch, I ain't dumb enough
New Amiris with Benjis, I stuff 'em up
Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist
All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's
Brand new chopper and this bitch came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em
[Verse 5]
Gave her the dick, now that lil' bitch, she stalk me
I can't get her off me, I got her attached
I told that bitch she can come to my shows
Put her face by my lap, but she can't get nothin' else
I rock Amiri, Versace, and Dolce Gabbana, that thirty clip under my belt
I cannot hang with no fuck ****
You a sucker, I know if you get in that jam, you gon' tell
Gon' go black and white
How can I fuck on the bitch, if the bitch is not white?
I like 'em white, that's my type
She give me face time like some Skype
Like my bitches light-skinned too
I brung a gun, but I'm fightin' you too
I hate reminiscing, I'm still fightin' through
Brung a pound on the private, I'm flyin it through
I kick back with my brothers, they fly in it too
[Verse 6]
Hit that track to the sack, I'ma run it up
They gon' copy my swag when I'm comin' up
Can't go out like no bitch, I ain't dumb enough
New Amiris with Benjis, I stuff 'em up
Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist
All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's
Brand new chopper and this bitch came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em
[Verse 7]
My chopper gon' heat 'em
If I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em
My brother gon' beat 'em
Remember them boys, they didn't wanna see me
Now they buyin' my CD
I remember my brothers on go, now I'm eating
L462
Written by: Devaughn Leblanc-Griffith, Kamron Ford, Nikolai Siebers, Rasool Ricardo Diaz

