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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxo Kream
Maxo Kream
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Songwriter
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Cardo
Cardo
Songwriter
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo
Cardo
Producer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
Jarius Jordan
Jarius Jordan
Recording Engineer
Ryan Youngblood
Ryan Youngblood
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo) Yeah Maxo, A$AP Maxo, A$AP Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone Preacher prayin' that I leave the reefer 'lone I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone But I'm out here thuggin' in my tee VLONE Throw up my set, they get upset They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (fuck, shit, bitch) Two-toned AP, Richards, Pateks, bust down my neck (hey) Diamond VV, water Fiji (drill), flooded with baguettes Beretta, Draco, TECs (yeah) Kream my clique but Crip my set Persona money gang, I rep (hey, hey, break it down) Up and stuck like elevator, all my niggas take the steps Sprung my ankle, broke my toe Reppin' and steppin' for my bro (hey) Flexin', cappin' for them hoes Kicked doors, we crash like GEICO (hey, hey) Carbon rifle, now that pussy bleedin' like he on a cycle Forgiato (woah), choppin' blade (woah) Speedin' (woah), Maxo Michael Myers (yeah) Rappin', trappin', what I do Shaggy, Daphne with Scooby-Doo (vroom) Ship double up, sip double cups Plugs on drugs, I serve, distribute I know she stressed, told my momma, "I can never leave the streets alone" Daddy Yankee with that gasolina, I serve reggaetón (Maxo, Maxo) Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone Preacher prayin' that I leave the reefer 'lone I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone But I'm out here thuggin' in my tee VLONE Throw up my set, they get upset They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (fuck, shit, bitch, woo) They on my head, won't break a sweat She let me hit it on the reg', then popped up preg' My flow be raw just like some sex with no protection Broke up with that hoe through text, that bitch was vex Onto the next I can't trust a hoe, that's why I sleep alone Niggas out here strugglin', they need a loan Call me Meagan Good, my money Nia Long But I'm out here thuggin' in my tee VLONE Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, there he go (woah-woah) Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, there he go (woah-woah, woah) Came up out the hood, can't leave the streets alone 'Cause I'm out here thuggin' in my tee VLONE Throw up my set, they get upset They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (fuck, shit, bitch, yeah)
Writer(s): Eric Goudy, Earl Hood, Karim Kharbouch, Mary Cross, Rakim Mayers, Johnnie Frierson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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