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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Programming
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Producer
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

No question, I'ma ride out for my bros The money turned me to a savage on these hoes I don't need nobody, I could do this on my own Fuck everybody, born alone and die alone I got a cougar bitch, and we get along 'Cause my cougar bitch look like Nia Long You can tell I'm getting money by what I got on Supreme, Gucci, Louis, Fendi, and some Saint Laurent No windows in the studio, don't wanna see the sun You know I'm killingshit on every beat I'm on I might fall asleep and crash my ca I'm drivin' home Thirty milligrams, I'm focused, You can't take me out my zone I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell He came home, I gave him all my Bape, and now he fresh as hell Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell Just got a check, they say I'm crazy 'Cause I'm sharing all my wealth Rather spend it on my bros, don't care to spend it on myself Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell You were always fake, you've been a phony You was never real I don't want your love Because I know it isn't real Please don't try to hug me 'Cause I don't like how it feels I was runnin' out of patience, running out of pills XO wanna sign me, I'ma sign a fuckin' deal They didn't wanna let me in the club last year Now it's 30K every time I appear I see a real one when I look inside the mirror Had to face my demons, had to face all of my fears They love a brown boy that's with the shits, this shit is rare My shooter unpredictable, still gotta keep him near We aiming for his head Won't waste it in the air I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell Just got a check, they say I'm crazy 'Cause I'm sharing all my wealth Rather spend it on my bros, don't care to spend it on myself Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Writer(s): Danny Schofield, Navraj Goraya, Masamune Rex Kudo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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