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Vocals
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Programming
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Amir Esmailian
Amir Esmailian
Songwriter
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Yeah Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up OD Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs Don't start judgin' if you don't know me Had a bad relationship with Codeine (lean) Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean Quality stones, VVS on me (ice) You fucking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah) Got like 40 racks stuffed inside of my jeans It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans) Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah) Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece My brother hit a lick for five, six keys Now he got the same AP as me (yeah) My brother got the same AP as me I'm smoking Biscotti, I don't smoke OG I bought your bitch a Masi' for 70 G's I told her come and ride it for a little Celine I pull out that convertible just for the breeze I let my lil' nephew hold an SRT We pullin' up on Elliot for real VVs Made a million off of streaming, I was sellin' CDs I call her my lil' freak and she get it off me She give a nigga head while I'm playin' in her weave I got too many vibes, I brought sand to the beach Me and NAV gettin' high when we on a shoppin' spree Double cup, styrofoam, fill it with Codeine I need it every day, and don't tell me I'm a fiend You can really feel it when you chewin' on a bean I been out my mind, fuckin' bitches by the threes Speedin' in the Benz and the tank on E You gotta go and get it, don't nothin' come free I'm standin' rock solid, bitin' harder than teeth Wear Rick Owens denim with the Chrome Heart tees We some big dawgs and way out of your league I spend it in the mall, 20 thousand on jeans Me and Wheezy Wave havin' Codeine dreams Nigga play with me, he'll spray at your tee Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up OD Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs Don't start judgin' if you don't know me Had a bad relationship with Codeine (lean) Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean Quality stones, VVS on me (ice) You fucking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah) Got like 40 racks stuffed inside of my jeans It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans) Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah) Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece My brother hit a lick for five, six keys Now he got the same AP as me (yeah) LV pants got a permanent crease You ain't got nothin' on I ain't seen Runnin' out of time, I increased my speed Yeah, it feel good buyin' watches for the team Different designers wrapped 'round my feet Rocking Dior with flowers and bees You was talkin' shit, now your ass gettin' beat Kick you in the face with an Off-White cleat I was splitting tickets on the TTC You know I stay with S-L-I-M-E's My whole city beefin', mad cow disease Play with us, you must wanna D-I-E Lately, all these rappers all C-A-P When I'm off the Addys, I don't E-A-T It's hard getting S-L-E-E-P Prayin' bros get F-R-E-E (yeah) Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up OD (no cap) Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs Don't start judgin' if you don't know me Had a bad relationship with Codeine (lean) Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean Quality stones, VVS on me (ice) You fucking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah) Got like 40 racks stuffed inside of my jeans (yeah, yeah) It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans) Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah) Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece (yeah, yeah) My brother hit a lick for five, six keys Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Amir Esmailian, Sergio Kitchens, Kenneth Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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