Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Dieuson Octave
Dieuson Octave
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dyryk
Dyryk
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
Mixing Engineer
Helluva
Helluva
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Told my mama 'bout it, night I popped a top
I don't even want the wap, baby, I just want the Fetty
My lil' **** was ready, he did it 'cause I said it
He so childish, he'll catch a body for some credit
Young **** seventeen, shoot you like J.J. Redick
He just young and dumb, he don't know where he headed
Polo to the sock, hopping up out the drop
Don't get in it water, ****, we'll crack your melon
[Verse 2]
E'rybody round me felons, run up on me, it's a dead end
Why am I alway doing this sinning? I'm getting tired of repenting
I seen too much too early, I did too much too early
I'm riding round with two thirty's, got sixteen ride around thirty
Me and Lil Soto mad thugging, we started off at crack dawn
Now I be itching to wack something, now I be itching to bag something
I'ma get more time if I murder the hype
I'm staying all night up, I'm riding with the Bible
[Verse 3]
I'm laying on pay right now, but I ain't talking to messiah
Mama, he just test me though and I ain't tryna let it go
So, I'm just tryna let you know before I go wet him though
So you can pray over me, so you pray over me
Black Mustang sliding in a rental, black Mustang riding on a ****
You acting like you official, but I know you **** be bitter
You a rat, you a mass splinter, grew up like a caterpillar
Flew up way past you ****, you ain't get on my chapter, ****
[Verse 4]
No time to grab your fido, I'm spraying fully auto
Pulling up Murciélago and I'm firing up, gelato
I ain't go back to hitting lick 'cause it boost my adrenaline
My **** just twenty with twenty, but he coming back and peeling it
Free all my Z's in the chain gang, we won't gang bang, we bang gang
E'rybody with me on the same thang, yeah, you can call it synonym
I ain't gotta write no text message, if you try me, I'm sending 'em
I ain't gotta write no threat message, if you try me, I'm sending 'em
[Verse 5]
Lil' ****, he a fool, he done dropped out of school
He just wanna ride with the tool, I remember I was you
I can't tell you what to do 'cause you gon' do what you wanna do
You wanna know how it feels to give a fuck **** the blues
[Verse 6]
You wanna be Sniper Gang too, you wanna be down with the crew
I know you just wanna be cool, I had to ride with you too
I told you go hit that dude, how you know you hit that fool?
You say you heard about it in school, I had to slide with you too
E'rybody with me on voodoo, yuh, I'ma drop a **** like doo-doo, yuh
Mama, I'm going cuckoo, I done lost all my noodles, yuh
I done lost all my marbles, I just wanna go full throttle
Wanna marry Regina Carter, would you give me a daughter?
[Verse 7]
I'm on that Effen vodka, what's your f-ing problem?
We'll come see about you and we ain't gon' tweet about you
Me and JD a model , shotgun Pete behind us
My whole team got yoppers, infrared beam on your noggin
****, we Z's, we the zombies, ****, we Z's, we monsters
****, do you need a stylist, 'cause we'll come pop your collar
Got flame like Waka Flocka, you out here smoking flocka
I'm out here getting guala, everyday we eating lobster
****, we ain't event starving, I be having dreams about robbing
****, I be fiending about it, I don't even need no A and R
I was fifteen with a AR
Written by: Kodak Black, Martin McCurtis
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