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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyla Yaweh
Tyla Yaweh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Jamal Brown
Tyler Jamal Brown
Songwriter
Daniel Padilla
Daniel Padilla
Songwriter
Rayvon Cawley
Rayvon Cawley
Songwriter
Fernando Garibay
Fernando Garibay
Songwriter
Brittany Chykira Barber
Brittany Chykira Barber
Songwriter
Jason Wilkinson
Jason Wilkinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Padilla
Daniel Padilla
Producer
Fernando Garibay
Fernando Garibay
Producer
Sorry Jaynari
Sorry Jaynari
Producer
Tes Siyoum
Tes Siyoum
Executive Producer
Dre London
Dre London
Executive Producer
Nick Mac
Nick Mac
Recording Engineer
Kevin Davis
Kevin Davis
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Chase beating down the door Beat around four It's a go, lock and load, glock with me A bitch I throw away I just went through like four today Fuck around, pour some more today Hoodie on, nigga putting on for the city Hunnid pack, hunnid pack on the way Like, ooh, guap, money Talking 'bout, who shot Johnny? Made myself a boss so you can't run from me Niggas sending shots, so I send a couple hunnid This that, ooh, guap, nigga Still thuggin' like 2Pac, nigga Plug on the soda Ask what the turnaround is You get it right back, and it's coming ahora I see them red and blue lights And they screaming that Johnny got hit on the corner It's sad they got him, wasn't aware they still watching I know that they plotting on me, I know that they plotting on me Yeah, 12 beating on the door looking for some witnesses Ain't nobody tell 'em shit 'cause they know what the business is Chase beating down the door Beat around four It's a go, lock and load, glock with me A bitch I throw away I just went through like four today Fuck around, pour some more today Hoodie on, nigga putting on for the city Hunnid pack, hunnid pack on the way Like, ooh, guap, money Talking 'bout, who shot Johnny? Made myself a boss, so you can't run from me Niggas sending shots, so I send a couple hunnid This that, ooh, guap, nigga (ooh, guap, nigga) Still thuggin' like 2Pac, nigga (thuggin' like 2Pac, nigga) My 'migos just hit me like, "Andale" Got a couple packs that's on the way Tryna look out for the opps Birds in the city, they all gotta drop Screaming out, "Who shot Johnny?" (Who shot) Off them drugs and money (money) Cutthroat niggas, they got time to play They hit a nigga with a nine today Yeah, 12 beating on the door looking for some witnesses Ain't nobody tell 'em shit 'cause they know what the business is Chase beating down the door Beat around four It's a go, lock and load, Glock with me A bitch I throw away I just went through like four today Fuck around, pour some more today Hoodie on, nigga putting on for the city Hunnid pack, hunnid pack on the way Like, ooh, guap, money (Ooh, guap) Talking 'bout, who shot Johnny? (Who shot Johnny?) Made myself a boss, so you can't run from me Niggas sending shots, so I send a couple hunnid This that, ooh, guap, nigga (ooh, guap, nigga) Still thuggin' like 2Pac nigga (thuggin' like 2Pac, nigga)
Writer(s): Sorry Jay Nari, Rayvon Cawley, Troy Noka, Brittany Chikyra Barber, Fernando Garibay, Tyler Brown, Ramiro Padilla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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