Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
Vocals
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Mohammad Shams
Songwriter
Samir Akhter
Songwriter
Adel Hassani
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
French Montana
Producer
Hitmaka
Producer
Mixx
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm up in traffic, I ride with them guns
You know how we do every summer
Jump out the Benz like fuck what it is
You know how I do for my brothers
Chiraq crib, they gave me yo' papers
I'm stuck in the zoo for the summer
Ain't talked to my dawg in a couple of months
Could somebody tell him I love him?
Fucking these hoes all over the world
I never give groupies my number
Racin' them Lamb trucks
Pressure in the front, then I'm back of the bumper, yeah
Get 'em Xans up, fuck off the Perky, I take off the rubber, uh
Put my hands up, look at the face on the Roley beginning to bust
[Verse 2]
I'm like A Boogie, I keep on a hoodie, a hoodie
She want Celine, I get it 'cause she got good pussy
You said they stole your chain, you lyin', they took it
Amiri's with the Dior Mikes
[Chorus]
Through these hundred years
Ain't cried Armani tears
If a **** try to play with my life
So watch what you say
'Cause, ****, I don't play
Any time of the day, it's on sight
I looked the judge in the face
Told him, "I don't know a thing
I wasn't there that night"
They said I had a AK in the 'Rari
And I just caught a body
I'm like, "****, that's a lie"
[Verse 3]
Armed and dangerous
Sucker-ass **** can't bang with us
Angel dust
Stopped on streets, they label us
Notorious, can't be touched, yeah
Back of the block, yeah, it was here
Yeah, serving the bundles
Lawyers and opps, yeah
Judged by twelve, we're six feet under
One time for Chinx, one time for Max
You know I'm puttin' you under
Why I'm still here?
What is the mission?
You know I sit and I wonder
Ain't speak to my dawg in a couple of months
Could somebody tell him I love him?
NY Crib, duckin' the feds
Stuck in the zoo for the summer
One time for Big, one time for Pun
Welcome to City of Gods
You know the story, ridin' the 'Rari
Only way get out of Dodge
You pay like them ages
Life of the rich and the famous
That's why she suckin' me off
Like I come in different flavors
I'm not Tech N9ne, got a TEC-9
Shooters with me yellin', "Salaam!"
Pop with a hook, you out of your mind
Go tell 'em rewind
[Chorus]
Through these hundred years
Ain't cried Armani hundred tears
If a **** try to play with my life
So watch what you say
'Cause, ****, I don't play
Any time of the day, it's on sight
I looked the judge in the face
Told him, "I don't know a thing
I wasn't there that night"
They said I had a AK in the 'Rari
And I just caught a body
I'm like, "****, that's a lie"
Written by: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Christian Ward, Durk Banks, Karim Kharbouch, Mohammad Shams
