Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
The Kid LAROI
The Kid LAROI
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Charlton Howard
Charlton Howard
Songwriter
Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
Songwriter
Mason Wu
Mason Wu
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
Producer
Mason Wu
Mason Wu
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Used to hit the block and serve, work the rock like Kyrie Irv' Link up with gang like what's the word? Pull up, skrrt, switchin' lanes, might jump the curb And, yeah, bitch, I'm really him, put that on five, fuck what you heard Got three fifties, that's one-fifty, ain't no limit, I fuck with Herb Lil' kids turned grown men, we come from cribs dysfunctional Gotta learn how to play your own hand, don't never get too comfortable That's lil' shit, he can think he hot 'til them real killers come and humble you All day, tell 'em spin the block 'til your best friend layin' under you Know 'bout late nights and that hunger Know 'bout rainy days and that thunder I know lil' niggas on slime shit, know young thugs and gunners We was in the field, Glock kick back, we gon' kick it off like punters I'm too Turnt Gang, got five in me, I ain't never been no runner (bitch) I can't ever go back to the way shit was I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want I can't ever go back to the way shit was I done came too far, put that on everything I love Roaches in the crib, mama on drugs I can't let it go back to the way that it was I can't never go back (no, oh) I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, oh I come from the muddiest part of the trenches, where niggas'll die any day Niggas into it with you, but niggas gon' hang and click and be in the way (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd rather be on the case and stay in the mix than be in a nigga case (be in a nigga case) I don't sneak-diss, the shit I tell my dog the shit I'll say in your face (say in a nigga face) Perc' got fentanyl on 'em, he still want him a sixty (want him a sixty) I took my brother Ruger and told him think and I gave him a .50 That backdoor cool where I'm from, that shit new in the city (oh, oh, oh) And y'all be hangin' and playin' the game together, you know you snitchin' (oh, oh, oh) I be tired of losing my niggas to niggas who new to killin' (new to killin') Threw up my guts, I seen that footage, you don't know that feeling (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I can't hang with my niggas, homies dolo, I don't know them niggas (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Why they play with me on IG like we lame? They know we killers, nigga I can't ever go back to the way shit was I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want I can't ever go back to the way shit was I done came too far, put that on everything I love Roaches in the crib, mama on drugs I can't let it go back to the way that it was I can't never go back (no, oh) I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, I can't never, oh
Writer(s): Taurus Bartlett, Ryder Johnson, Danny Snodgrass, Charlton Howard, Durk Banks, Mason Wu, Joshua Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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