Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Cheese
Cheese
Programming
HZRD
HZRD
Programming
Haze
Haze
Programming
Hurt
Hurt
Programming
Zuus
Zuus
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Gilfenbain
Aaron Gilfenbain
Songwriter
Ethan Hayes
Ethan Hayes
Songwriter
Vilyam Vardumyan
Vilyam Vardumyan
Songwriter
Brian David Mitchell
Brian David Mitchell
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Schneider Sienes
Schneider Sienes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Haze
Haze
Producer
HZRD
HZRD
Producer
Zuus
Zuus
Producer
Cheese
Cheese
Producer
Hurt
Hurt
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hurt, what it do? Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker You still think about me and don't like the way that I live Still can't figure out the way my heart is She know that I'm a problem He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none (woo-woo) Thirty poppa came over (woo, thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (woo) Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh She know I got that bag, I want her back (woo) She know I'ma stand on this shit, ok Turn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn on Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong? I got the money, I changed my persona Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it (woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah) Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah On top of the mountains with millions, whoa (woo) My kids gon' have it and get it (woo) I just might go buy my sister a Bentley I just might give my grandfather a ticket (top) She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters, and know I got drugs with me From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me 'Cause I'm standin' on business, don't fuck with them, nada percentage The pendant got floods in it Switch the wheels and you know it gon' rub different From the gutter and still in the mud with it Double R (double R, double R), I take the top off that motherfucker I pull up in that Rover, it's truck color Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas Bullets rain like confetti, you played with it Come from walking with holes inside my tennis I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (come on, slime) You still think about me and don't like the way that I live Still can't figure out the way my heart is She know that I'm a problem He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none (woo-woo) Thirty poppa came over (thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (woo, hangover) Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh
Writer(s): Vilyam Vardumyan, Aaron Gilfenbain, Jason Goldberg, Ethan Hayes, Kentrell Gaulden, Brian Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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