Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Linda Martell
Linda Martell
Speaker
Shaboozey
Shaboozey
Vocals
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Vocals
DJ Dede Mandrake
DJ Dede Mandrake
Sampled Artist
Jack Siegal
Jack Siegal
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Songwriter
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Songwriter
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Songwriter
Collins Chibueze
Collins Chibueze
Songwriter
DJ Dede Mandrake
DJ Dede Mandrake
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Co-Producer
Stuart White
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Matheus Braz
Matheus Braz
Assistant Engineer
Henrique Andrade
Henrique Andrade
Recording Engineer
Patrick Gardner
Patrick Gardner
Assistant Engineer
Danforth Webster
Danforth Webster
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Terena Dawn
Terena Dawn
Assistant Engineer
Garrett Duncan
Garrett Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Conner McFarland
Conner McFarland
Assistant Engineer
Nick Sutton
Nick Sutton
Assistant Engineer
Andrea Roberts
Andrea Roberts
Additional Engineer
John Cranfield
John Cranfield
Additional Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Producer

Lyrics

Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they? Yes, they are That Beyoncé Virgo shit In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand But in practice, well, some may feel confined I swear for God is 'bout to hit it Jeeze, oh, ah Woop Right Right, ah, oh I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, damn it, damn it And I'm still on your head, cornrows, damn it, damn it They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin When they know it's slappin', then here come the yappin' All of the snitchin', and all of this bitchin' Just a fishin' expedition, dumb admission In the kitchen cookin' up them chickens Extra leg, but I ain't even tryna kick it Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty All the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti No sauce, no sauce, ugh Too soft, too soft, ugh They salty, they shootin', like Curry One hand on my holster, then pass it to Hova Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' In the backdoor of the kitchen past the dirty dishes Now we on a mission, tried to turn me to the opposition I'm appalled 'bout the proposition Y'all been played by the plagiaristic Ain't gon' give no clout addiction my attention I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang (They still love your flame, ain't no game or I'll pierce your heart) I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) Come get everythin' you came for Ayy, howl to the moon (howl to the moon) Howl to the moon Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules) We gon' ride for every member that we lose Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who Play it cool Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move Bounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth
Writer(s): Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Shawn C. Carter, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Collins Chibueze, Terius Gesteelde-diamant, Dede Mandrake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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