Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
JoeFromYO
JoeFromYO
Programming
Matthew Spatola
Matthew Spatola
Programming
S.Dot
S.Dot
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Joseph Zoumboulias
Joseph Zoumboulias
Songwriter
Matthew Spatola
Matthew Spatola
Songwriter
Shaun Thomas
Shaun Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Spatola
Matthew Spatola
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Mixing Engineer
JoeFromYO
JoeFromYO
Producer
Kevin Meurer
Kevin Meurer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Assistant Recording Engineer
S.Dot
S.Dot
Producer

Lyrics

It's JoeFromYO Gotta stay packing if you think I'm lacking Might not never, just come and see Don't give me a reason to squeeze, my nigga Know I got the juice like a Sunny D If I do it for you and you do it for me Let's just ride 'til the wheels fall off If you do it for me, I'm gon' do it for you If I don't, cut my ten toes off, yeah And I'm getting paid for real, for real G-ride the wave Most of my niggas do pills still Try to tell them to stay away I just hope you feel me, my nigga Forget all the money and all the fame This is the real me, my nigga I swear to God, this shit will never change If there was a problem with me Then you never heard about it, it wasn't ever me Niggas be wildin' nowadays Shootin' shit up just to get to my MVP I ain't fuckin' around this time That's word to my mother, that's word to Melody And if it go down this time, I'm ready I put that on everything, word to me (Yeah) I'm ready, my nigga, I put that on everything I'm ready, my nigga, I'm like yeah, yeah (Yeah), look I'm a certain nigga, curve a bitch for actin' different Know I prefer baddies only, real specific She prefers only Birkin purses, I know, yeah (Yeah) And saying whatever in person And doing whatever in person Ain't gotta be perfect, baby Just don't pull up looking like whatever in person I am not an internet person I really wear hoodies in person Yeah And we ain't got mob ties, but we really gotta move like the mob (Yeah) And if I ain't have long johns on, put the .22 in my sock (Yeah) And if I get rode on, I'ma spin the block 200 times And my niggas got told on, FaceTime in V12 from the time And I know shit get real nowadays, yeah, shit get litty Lamborghini, black and blue, looking like the new TRON in my city Like I'm Jimmy And I don't wanna see the ending, baby, I'm still having fun with the beginning And all my day ones with me, and I'm still real, yeah Still hangin' 'round niggas that used to go five, five with me Like a half an hour, .30 on me just in case they want my time to stop ticking Richard Mille 'bout a half a million, coulda bought a house, my nigga Me and my girl just finished arguing, I don't wanna take no pictures Don't think I'm crazy, baby 'Cause I go crazy 'bout you Keep a .380 with me That shotty'll rock your body I don't need no stylist, stop it (Stop) Just in case they pocket watching I pulled up with a pocket rocket I can make you famous Buy the flyest, nigga, I Saint Laurent it These niggas be broke They don't want no beef, they don't want know Johnny Rockets I don't need no lease, gettin' money OD Anything I drive, I buy Skeleton AP or the Patek Philippe What's next? I haven't decided Gotta stay packing if you think I'm lacking Might not never, just come and see Don't give me a reason to squeeze, my nigga Know I got the juice like a Sunny D If I do it for you, then just do it for me Let's just ride 'til the wheels fall off If you do it for me, I'm gon' do it for you And if I don't, cut my ten toes off
Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Joseph Zoumboulias, Matthew Spatloa, Shawn Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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