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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna Gambino
Stunna Gambino
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaias Elijah Garcia
Isaias Elijah Garcia
Songwriter
Andrej Marko
Andrej Marko
Songwriter
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Myles Sancious
Myles Sancious
Mixing Engineer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
andyr
andyr
Producer

Lyrics

(Andyr) I'm from that warzone Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on) Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone) Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones) Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket? How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin' Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'? Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish Body-ody (boom) They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my) They gon' make me catch a body-ody I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body) I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day I'm from that warzone, uh I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it) Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin') My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom) I'm from that warzone Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on) Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone) Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones) Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket? How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin' Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'? Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty I told lil' bro, "Keep one up top," he like, "I know already" Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it She's takin' off my Tommies, huh? Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me Bullet make your head bob, huh? Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin' I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin' If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him It's a warzone back home, I swear Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket? How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin' Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'? Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish
Writer(s): Artist Julius Dubose, Andrej Marko, Isaias Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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