Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Programming
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm in London, got my beat from London) Yeah, yeah In the trap, hang in places that you can't go Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah They tried to extort me, I ain't pay though Only thing I gave 'em was a halo A-hole, Uber on the way, ho Fuck her from the back Put my thumb all in her A-hole I got bands for real, diamonds on me They dance for real All these sticks and drums, bangin' Like we in a band for real I got cake, I stay humble Know I'm the man for real I got hitters, we don't rumble Tell your mans to chill Yo, who's mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga) All up in my section Instagraming shit I be with some real hitters They ain't with that camera shit 'Cause they really out here in the field And they be slammin' shit Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap Giving head taps, lead tats, tats, tats They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah) They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage) Take them shackles off his feet, he ain't a slave (Slave) Growin' up in the hood, you'll learn how to behave ('Have) How we gon' learn to stack if, we ain't got nothing to save? (Save) Got a little bad bitch got some work done on her butt (On her butt) Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut) Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love) And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz) Gettin' these bags, we might as well tell our opps what's up (What's up) Got weddin' bands but I still don't got a bitch to cuff In every city I go they already know what's up (What's up) I got resources, I could get straight to the plug Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap Giving head taps, lead tats, tats, tats They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, London Tyler Holmes, Navraj Goraya, Amir Esmailian, Westen Broek Weiss Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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