Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Tim Moore
Tim Moore
Composição
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Composição
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Composição
Philipp Albinger
Philipp Albinger
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Produção
AYJAY089
AYJAY089
Produção
Twhyxclusive
Twhyxclusive
Produção
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Engenharia (mixagem)
Emmanuel Iledare pka Mannie iL
Emmanuel Iledare pka Mannie iL
Engenharia (gravação)
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Engenharia (masterização)
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I came in this world by myself
Self-made ****, never asked no one for help
My lil' bro tryna cook up, think he should be a chef
The day a **** play with Glock, he gettin' put on a shelf
Yeah, get put in a box
[Verse 2]
Wrap him like a Christmas present
Franklins, Grants, and Jacksons, I'm forever gon' get it
I just did this show, had bitches showin' me they melons
Pissy yellow diamonds on my wrist, no R. Kelly
My exes still jealous 'cause they cannot be with me
You seen what happened to dude, don't think you should play with me
Diamonds dance like Terry Crews, give these bitches somethin' to see
Pulled a pocket full of blues and a thirty one deep
Young rich ****, I'll fuck your auntie
Dog ass ****, who let this **** off the leash?
Cappin' ass ****, all that lyin' on them beats
Escalade V, you can hear me comin' up the street
Hop out smellin' like a P, you know that motherfucker reek
I'm a Kansas City fan, yeah, you know who I be chiefin'
My diamonds got her in a trance, next thing I know, she leakin'
She tryna take it out my pants, damn, she suck it like she teethin'
You know I keep one in the head, I aim it at your beanie
Her daddy is a preacher, just don't know his daughter a demon
All this money in my pockets got me walkin' like a penguin
She wanna fuck my partner, me and Glizzock double teamin'
Gave lil' momma dope dick once, now she fiendin'
I'm so up, get bored and buy a watch for no reason
Cutthroat motherfucker, if I ain't plottin' then I'm schemin'
Get money, motherfucker, yeah, my closet look like Nieman
[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself
Self-made ****, never asked no one for help
My lil' bro tryna cook up, think he should be a chef
The day a **** play with Glock, he gettin' put on a shelf
Yeah, get put in a box
Written by: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Paul Beauregard, Phillip Albinger, Tim Moore
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