Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabrizio Matranga
Background Vocals
Lil Darius
Performer
Hella High
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fabrizio Matranga
Songwriter
Darius Thornton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sergey Shipizin
Mixing Engineer
Manuel Bomann
Producer
Letra
Let's go
Go
Okay okay
Whoaw
You not on my level
You not on my level
You not on my level
You not on my level
I do big transactions
Hella High is pure perfection
Boy don't try me if you do than i'm gon' have to catch you
I dress Off white and some Prada
Got grillz and ice on my collar
Got Gucci no Balenciaga
Got my brothers in the product
If she cuddle smear Mascara
If you tough i'm gon' be tougher (Ya)
I can't love her im not Usher (Okay)
I can't love her i can't trust her (Okay)
Bitch all i offer is bussin'
You not on my level (You not on my level)
You not on my level (You not on my level)
You not on my level (You not on my level)
You not on my level
You not on my level
You not on my level
You not on my level
You not on my level
Smash the coupe and foot the paddle (Skr)
And i drive it like a renthal
These haters they wish they had'em
Keep blazing i still be steppin'
Outrages i got collections
Got spaceships and wide connections
Think it's time to go commercial
My shit hard you shit ain't special
Bitch i told you ain't my level
Take a bitch and make her better
Countin' bands gon' make her wetter
Take the mood and change the weather
Got more shit hide in my treasure
20k cash for a letter
No you can't reach my level (You can't)
You not on my level
You not on my level
You not on my level
You not on my level
I do big transactions
Hella High is pure perfection
Boy don't try me if you do than i'm gon' have to catch you
(Come on)
You **** ain't on my level (My level)
I can go Rick with the Chrome Hearts together (Got guap)
I don't cheat on my bitch, i'm a player i tell her
I don't smoke no bachelor ****, i sell'em
Can't even put my **** on cameras
My **** some killers
They go to jail
And wont even tell
My **** some real ones (Keep quite)
Bust down Rollie (Bust down, bust down)
Bust down Carti (Bust down, bust down)
I can pull up, brand new Rarri (Skr)
Bad bitch look like Lauren London
I'm finna go Nipsey on'em (Nipsey)
Pockets full of blues damn shit must be crippin' on'em (Got blues)
Y'all ain't on my level (My level)
Y'all ain't on my level
I can go Lamb truck or the Tesla (Go Lamb)
Lamb truck or the Tesla (Skr)
Young **** rich and havin' cheddar (Got money)
Rich and havin' cheddar
I went Rick Owen for my sweater (Rick owen)
Rick Owen for my sweater (Fucknigga)
Written by: Darius Thornton, Fabrizio Matranga