Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
Vocals
Einer Bankz
Electric Guitar
Santana
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmar Bailey
Songwriter
Carlos Augusto Alves Santana
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Hazel
Producer
mac attkisson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Give her back shots, till her back hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the money till my hands hurt (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first (Ya-yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Ya-yah)
She be actin' stiff with the booty (On God)
Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco make you put out that lil Uzi (On God)
I don't want no features, **** groupies (Straight up)
Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak (Quarterback sneak)
I was in my feelings, now it's fuck Kiki
Let lil Tip hit that bitch on GP (Straight up)
Smokin' gas, **** I re-up at the BP
[Verse 2]
Five-foot-five, she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie)
We like Bonnie 'n' Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh)
Like "Do it come with rice? (Rice)
She don't like Facetime, she would rather Skype
[Verse 3]
But I'm out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
[Verse 4]
Yeah, you workin' hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your bills late (Late)
And your rent due (Yeah)
And you never need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already pissed off
On your menstrual (Straight up)
And you been through (Yeah)
'Cause he been through (Yeah)
You a star player (Star)
And he benched you (Yeah)
In your corner, I'd never go against you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now friends want to test you (Straight up)
You got off late (Late)
And you worked out (Worked)
You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now (Racks)
[Verse 5]
5'5, she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie)
We like Bonnie Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh)
Like do it come with rice? (Rice)
She don't like Facetime, she would rather Skype
[Verse 6]
But I'm out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Yeah, out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Written by: 21 Savage, Ahmar Bailey, Carlos Santana, Jacques Bermon Webster II

