Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Programming
Sean Matsukawa
Sean Matsukawa
Programming
Yori Smith
Yori Smith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Songwriter
Joseph Luis Ramirez III
Joseph Luis Ramirez III
Songwriter
Yori Smith
Yori Smith
Songwriter
Justin Ryan Garner
Justin Ryan Garner
Songwriter
Kevin Richard Beggs
Kevin Richard Beggs
Songwriter
Thomas Solis
Thomas Solis
Songwriter
Dashawn White
Dashawn White
Songwriter
Joseph Charles
Joseph Charles
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Producer
Beat Gang
Beat Gang
Producer
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Matsukawa
Sean Matsukawa
Producer
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Yori Smith
Yori Smith
Producer
Corey "Blacksmith" Smyth
Corey "Blacksmith" Smyth
Executive Producer
Ethiopia Habtemariam
Ethiopia Habtemariam
Executive Producer
Michael Uzowuru
Michael Uzowuru
Executive Producer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet Yeah, money talk, broke niggas talk louder (yeah) That's why they face so sour (yeah) Ain't shit sweet, ask Suga Free (ask Suga Free) Still bust a nigga head, that's the hood in me (hey) From the ghetto, by the beach, bullets in a breeze (from the hood) I got million-dollar dreams, I got nigga needs (I'm the hood) Baby, from around the way, say she feelin' me (yeah) Wanna get with me, make a memory Think she's tryna set me up She send a late night text sayin', "Let's meet up" (yeah, I don't know) No way, I heard you kick it with the enemies (no way) And if a nigga think I'm slippin' then he gettin' wings XD. 40 with the lemon squeeze (bang) Hold 17, clutch it, I'ma air the scene Sweet dreams (yeah), trippin' on everything (on the hood) Really with it, so you better be, ayy (yeah) Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (Ayy, tell 'em where you from) I come from where everybody thirsty (thirsty) Got some money, now these niggas wanna hurt me (tell me why?) How another nigga gettin' to it get you mad? (Ayy, get a bag) You should go and get some cash 'fore I get you crashed Really livin' fast, die young by the gun We don't wanna know your name Tell us where you're from (hey, tell me where you from?) I done ran it up a M, but it's not enough (yeah, homie) Used to kick it in they hood 'til we shot it up (yeah, homie) Ayy, it's no friends in the gangland (no friends) Started with a skateboard and a spray can Pull up on they main block, goin' Rain Man (bah) Money talks, Crips walk, niggas ain't playin' Heavy steppin' if I wanna get to Heaven I'ma have to hit the gate, did too many 211's Tryna break that bank like ScHoolboy said Won't stop 'til the whole hood fed on my granny grave (yeah, yeah) Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (in the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (yeah) Ice cold, baby, ice cold They think I'm pimpin', baby Summertime in the LB Oh, what a feelin', baby Bittersweet, yeah, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh, oh (Ooh yeah, ooh yeah) Summertime in the shade (lemonade) Ice cold lemonade Summertime in the shade Feelin' like, feelin' like Ice cold lemonade, yeah Summertime in the shade Ice cold lemonade Feelin' like, feelin' like
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin, Vincent Staples, Leken Taylor, Yori Smith, Joseph Luis Iii Ramirez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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