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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Vocals
Calboy
Calboy
Vocals
Lil Mosey
Lil Mosey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Samuel Ahana
Samuel Ahana
Songwriter
Diego Avedaño
Diego Avedaño
Songwriter
Calvin Woods
Calvin Woods
Songwriter
Jamal Rashid
Jamal Rashid
Songwriter
Lathan Echols
Lathan Echols
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swish
Swish
Producer
Mally Mall
Mally Mall
Producer
Dilan "Dillo" Rajan
Dilan "Dillo" Rajan
Recording Engineer
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Diego Avedaño
Diego Avedaño
Producer

Lyrics

Sippin' on that drank daily, I ain't livin' right I'm all but built, two kids is really I'm livin' that life They tryna connect the dots, but they don't connect like pinstripes Why you call my phone when you know it's tap? Nigga, that's a indict I need a vibe, so we can vibe, lil' thing that's gon' get me right She tatted on her face, so you already know that YG type You can hop in the Maybach, my seats laid back and ride dick all night I need me a freak I wanna fuck all week, on some pussy, ass weak type I need me a thot who gon' ride to the end Some money and some time, you and I, we can spend I gotta keep it on me, I'm at war with my friends Is you down to take it for me or get behind this bitch? Is you down to go to war for me, fuck up your living realistic? Put it down to the floor for me Put you in some ice and some mink You be wantin' more from me Tryna make me strong when I'm weak You be wantin' more from me But I like you more as a friend I been thinkin' 'bout it over and over again (over and over) I been stressin', baby, we was way closer as friends Think about me comin' home, but this road never end I think I've been done with love, I'm not hurtin' again And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry, ayy I just had to break free from my tie, ayy Told that boy just take heed when y'all slide, ayy I can't let him take me from my guys, ayy And I think about it over and over again Momma say "You should come home, you too close to the edge" Wanna play 'round with that dough, but some bones on his head And a young nigga swing that dope, see the road through the glass And we came up from that floor, only mobb get it bad Wanna play 'round with that 4, then he know that he dead Swear the God I miss my bros, wish they rose from the dead I done got rich and I know that these broke niggas mad I been thinkin' 'bout it over and over again (over and over) I been stressin', baby, we was way closer as friends Think about me comin' home, but this road never end I think I've been done with love, I'm not hurtin' again And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry, ayy I just had to break free from my tie, ayy Told that boy just take heed when y'all slide, ayy I can't let him take me from my guys, ayy Yeah, lil' bitty bitch and I fuck wit' my chains on 'Member I was buggin', she told me to get on Ain't see my mama cry in so long They keep callin', so I don't keep my phone on Designer waist, hop in a whip and I race Hope my nigga okay, throw racks up in his face Didn't take long, but I knew that I would be here Cup felt gone, so I felt I need a refill If it wasn't for God, then I swear I wouldn't be here Holdin' on, swear I know I don't need no pills If you ain't gon' slide, lil' nigga, don't even go there Flooded my ice 'til the point I can't even see still My bro right next to me, we wipin' these diamonds clean There ain't no finer me, I moved to a private beach We hit 'til the bank close, try baby where we go So what do we know? Blew up on Vevo And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry, ayy I just had to break free from my tie, ayy Told that boy just take heed when y'all slide, ayy I can't let him take me from my guys Take me high when I got mob ties Over time I got slides Block gon' be his camouflage Can't leave my babies traumatized Bad apple, I got a bag Expensive thing, scholar bag Do his family proud kind of proud They don't know how to gang
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Amparan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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