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Credits
Hip-Hop/Rap
Credits was released on July 25, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album Annihilation
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Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mak11
Mak11
Vocals
Kp28
Kp28
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Songwriter
Kyelar Park
Kyelar Park
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kp28
Kp28
Producer

Lyrics

Been used to the hate, but fuck how you feel
Imma cop me a mansion just know I don't lack
Now they looking confused, he look to get killed
We been bout that action we pull down the mask
Ain't for the faint, my team be some villains
I been through the trapping, might cop me a strap
His momma a bitch, I might sleep over
I'll eat out the fridge and I ain't even gon ask, aye
My shorty gon do what I taught her
She calling me daddy no daughter
I'm rounding third base like the Dodgers
I'm chopping up trees like a logger
I'll stack up the paper like authors
I go hard I might need me an offer
All my diamonds been dripping like water, aye
I'm only young with a credit
Straight to the top where we headed
I think it's just best you accept it
Me and young Mak finna get it
I'll bust down the door to his wedding
Glock with the beam it's a head hit, no lie
If I flame won't regret it
I'm up gotta get me that bread quick
I stir up the pot like it's Nesquik
Shorty gon top me off, bet it
Them shots better send out a medic
Setting popular trends like it's Reddit
Cop an Oculus lens with my lettuce
I ain't talkin' to cops give me credits
You'll get locked in a box if you threaten us
Get the drop and the chopper and end his buzz
What's the cost, I might cop it don't question us
Fuck the opps, got the jump if they pressing us
Uh, aye
If we see him in public we double back
Left that boy in the field like he running track
If we hop out the whip he'll be running laps
If he lucky in class doing jumping jacks
They been keeping me out, I keep coming back
Get 'em wrung out real quick like the laundromat
And if they want this smoke I'll be tucking that
Been used to the hate, but fuck how you feel
Imma cop me a mansion just know I don't lack
Now they looking confused, he look to get killed
We been bout that action we pull down the mask
Ain't for the faint, my team be some villains
I been through the trapping, might cop me a strap
His momma a bitch, I might sleep over
I'll eat out the fridge and I ain't even gon ask, aye
My shorty gon do what I taught her
She calling me daddy no daughter
I'm rounding third base like the Dodgers
I'm chopping up trees like a logger
I'll stack up the paper like authors
I go hard I might need me an offer
All my diamonds been dripping like water, aye
Boy you a bitch, get tossed in the water
Smoking a swisher, we gone to nirvana
My crodie be lit, we hotter than lava
Scope on the stick, forgot bout the drama
You know how it is, we bosses don't bother
Get shown like a clip, they watching like Rogers
Might go on a trip, we gone to Bahamas
You talk like a bitch, I ain't sorry your honor
We got the sauce like spaghetti
All this shit bout to get heavy
I took some losses whatever
I been a prophet forever
I make they posse feel pressured
Dawg I get cocky I'm clever
Walk in and block all they efforts
Cocking the Glock as a gesture
Stocking up Wok with some extras
We can't get caught we too blessed
We cannot fall too professional
Shawty be sprawled on the sectional
I broke the law fuck a lecture though
I want them commas I'm next to blow
Hotter than saunas just let it go
My dawgs be some gods mythological
Put the whole squad 'gainst the odds that's symbolical
Not very common I'm obviously popping though
Dropping off topics get lost in the audio
Been used to the hate, but fuck how you feel
Imma cop me a mansion just know I don't lack
Now they looking confused, he look to get killed
We been bout that action we pull down the mask
Ain't for the faint, my team be some villains
I been through the trapping, might cop me a strap
His momma a bitch, I might sleep over
I'll eat out the fridge and I ain't even gon ask, aye
My shorty gon do what I taught her
She calling me daddy no daughter
I'm rounding third base like the Dodgers
I'm chopping up trees like a logger
I'll stack up the paper like authors
I go hard I might need me an offer
All my diamonds been dripping like water, aye
Written by: Andrew Kevin McDonald, Kyelar Park
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