Vídeo de música
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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavo
Songwriter
Danny L. Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Tony Trouble
Songwriter
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Trouble
Producer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
Taz Taylor
Producer
William Knauft
Recording Engineer
Letra
Ridin' around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it's enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be looking for you in the morning (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarming (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin' Tony
I feel like Tony when them shooters tried to run in his house
Watching the camera with a choppa and a blunt in my mouth
Facing a FBI inditement, ain't no bonding me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder 'cause two bodies got found
And I made my bones in East Atlanta
Started from the bottom like Tony Montana
Yellow-black 'Rari look like a yellow bandana
Crazy young niggas that'll kill you on camera
Gucci Mane got plenty ammo
Y'all gon' need so many candles
Got me bent, I'll bend ya backwards
Choppas split ya, bent ya backwards
Smoke ya like a pack of Backwoods
Go forward, ain't never backwards
Pounds of weed and tons of coca
I ran off on Sosa, baby
All my bitches love a gangster
All my bodies drug-related
These escalated, Fevzi made it
My diamonds are never hazy
Ridin' around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it's enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be looking for you in the morning (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarming (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin' Tony
I feel like Tony when them shooters tried to run in his house
Watching the camera with a choppa and a blunt in my mouth
Facing a FBI inditement, ain't no bonding me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder 'cause two bodies got found
Sold so many drugs (Whoa)
They done put me on the Forbes List
Ran off with so many packs
They done put me on the hit list (Woo)
And I'm always coming back
Fuck niggas can't stop this shit (Coming back)
Niggas creepin' out in the back
Put a nigga on the rocket list
Ridin' around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it's enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be looking for you in the morning (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarming (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin' Tony
I feel like Tony when them shooters tried to run in his house
Watching the camera with a choppa and a blunt in my mouth
Facing a FBI inditement, ain't no bonding me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder 'cause two bodies got found
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Carlton Davis Jr Mays
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