Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Guitar
Yussef Dayes
Yussef Dayes
Drums
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Miles James
Miles James
Guitar
Tobie Tripp
Tobie Tripp
Strings
Jordan Rakei
Jordan Rakei
Background Vocals
Tom Driessler
Tom Driessler
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Songwriter
Yussef Dayes
Yussef Dayes
Songwriter
Miles James
Miles James
Songwriter
Jordan Rakei
Jordan Rakei
Songwriter
Tom Driessler
Tom Driessler
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
Syed Adam Jaffrey
Syed Adam Jaffrey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Misch
Tom Misch
Mixing Engineer
Yussef Dayes
Yussef Dayes
Co-Producer
Russell Elevado
Russell Elevado
Mixing Engineer
Miles James
Miles James
Recording Engineer
Christoph Skirl
Christoph Skirl
Recording Engineer
Syed Adam Jaffrey
Syed Adam Jaffrey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Don't listen to what they say You can't take it slow When the nightrider comes around You gotta pick up the dough I ride low with the setting sun Mr. Dayes with the break of the drums It's icy (Cold) Honey, Corvette, I'll be chasing you down It's a wrap, so easily, so easily High beam, on the dash, I'll be shaking you down It's a wrap, so easily, so easily I got a feeling I won't come down Can't do it alone I'll take you to the fat of the land This is where we go Top-down with the cruise control Lights out with the radio on (It's crazy) Honey, Corvette, I'll be chasing you down It's a wrap, so easily, so easily High beam, on the dash, I'll be shaking you down It's a wrap, so easily, so easily Yeah, should have left the track and let it breathe Yeah, I needs a lot forgot to hit my knees Yeah, Freddie Kane clocking overseas Ice mind, it's four degrees, but I'm over these Yeah, trap shit, 'round you Sit your bitch right on the ground shit Niggas who rip diamonds and Fake ass Rolies, yo that's clown shit Every whip I whip's either German-made or Italian Super dope, my geekers smoke media, Robert Townsend Them pounds in, these niggas window shoppers, they browsin' Put that on the DL, I put VVS in my medallion They can't understand it, this gangster shit run a panic I began and even when I was down and out, I was wild (I was wild) I just blessed the track so let it breathe Yeah, I needs a lot, forgot to hit my knees Freddie Kane clocking overseas Rapper of the year, fuck the nominees Honey, Corvette, I'll be chasing you down It's a wrap, so easily, so easily High beam, on the dash, I'll be shaking you down It's a wrap, so easily, so easily
Writer(s): Jordan Rakei, Thomas Abraham Misch, Freddie Gibbs, Yussef Kwame Dayes, Thomas Manfred Driessler, James Miles, Syed Adam Jaffrey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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