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HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott, Quavo - Where U From (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Brock Korsan
Brock Korsan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Engineer
Cardo
Cardo
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Jimmy Lepe
Jimmy Lepe
Engineer
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Engineer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Meeboob
Meeboob
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Engineer

Lyrics

Shout out to Cardo, shout out to Cardo Cardo got wings If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (skrrt) Stock me out (ooh, yeah), big block me out (ooh, yeah) Robocops, they out (ayy), put my guns in the house (12) So much cash over this way (cash) No, no droughts Bunch of alcohol, we need more options Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin' In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy We movin' fast as hell, no, they can't catch me Fill that pot with my arm, put that on my mom (skrrt) Walk around with two drums, call that Under Arm (bow) Put that coca on her tongue, bet it get numb (coca) Nawf Side, H-Town, nigga, where you from? (Where?) Ayy, where you from? (Ayy) Ayy, where you from? Yeah, where you from? Ayy, where you from? Freaks got me geeked, yeah Energy, suck it outta me, yeah Hit my phone, click, then I'm home Styrofoam, zone, zone, zone, zone Get a brick, get a band, okay We let it blow, same way See this life, when you make this wave Du-rag life, shit wave Poker face, in and out my place When you play that high stakes Wild, just like my style When you roll that loud Can't hear you now If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (skrrt) Stock me out (ooh, yeah), big block me out (ooh, yeah) Robocops, they out (ayy), put my guns in the house (12) So much cash over this way (cash) No, no droughts Bunch of alcohol, we need more options Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin' In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy We movin' fast as hell, no, they can't catch me Quavo, we movin' too fast (too fast) The coupe got drag (coupe got drag) America's most wanted (who?) Huncho and Jack (Huncho and Jack, yeah) I just left the jeweler, now my diamonds dancin' (dance) She takin' all this cocaine, call her Marilyn Manson (coco) Got the fire on the waves Walk in the buildin', fire in the place (fire) Every time I buy a brand new piece I buy a brand new K (yeah) Turned myself into a young beast Yeah I remember this day (beastie, beastie) I remember this day (hey) Ice piece, no blades (ice) Double Cs, my shades (Chanel) We the stars and we famous (famous) Don't get involved with the gangstas (no) Don't get involved with the bangas (no) 'Cause I got stripes like a Bengal (stripes) I'ma need every single (yeah) Stack it up like Pringles (tall) Stack it tall, make it look like mountain (yeah) Woah (What it look like?), ya ya If that coupe came with rims then you can have it Yeah yeah, yeah If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (skrrt) Stock me out (ooh, yeah), big block me out (ooh, yeah) Robocops, they out (ayy), put my guns in the house (12) So much cash over this way (cash) No, no droughts Bunch of alcohol, we need more options Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin' In love with ice and chains, I'm way too flashy We movin' fast as hell, no, they can't catch me Fill that pot with my arm, put that on my mom (skrrt) Walk around with two drums, call that Under Arm (bow) Put that coca on her tongue, bet it get numb (coca) Nawf Side, H-Town, nigga, where you from? (Where?) Ayy, where you from? (Ayy) Ayy, where you from? Yeah, where you from? Ayy, where you from?
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Jacques Webster, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Ronald Latour, Brock F. Korsan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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