Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aiyana-Lee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coleridge Tillman
Composer
Theron Feemster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neff-U
Producer
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Kyle Mann
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Fili Filizzola
Mastering Engineer
Hector Vega
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hope floats, hmm
Head under water, it's harder to breathe
Oh and I don't want no smoke
They said it would hurt when it happened to me
And I found out you weren't what I thought you would be
[Verse 2]
I ain't boy crazy, nah, baby
Not confused, I'm disillusioned
I ain't choosing nobody
And you ain't using nobody
Falling for you, I don't know about it
Could be cool, depend on how you go about it
But you better not tell nobody
'Cause round here
[Verse 3]
They call me the gangster of love
And loving me might be dangerous
If I give you the keys to my heart and you break it
Then just know I might key your car because, baby
I'm never changing up
I'm still the gangster of love, yeah
[Verse 4]
Heart of gold and some brass knuckles
A good time, but I'm a bad motherfucker
Sugar sweet, but I'll put a lick up on a sucker
Hurt me, I bet you'll never hurt another
[Verse 5]
I ain't boy crazy, nah, baby
Not confused, I'm disillusioned
I ain't choosing nobody
And you ain't using nobody
Falling for you, I don't know about it
Could be cool, depend on how you go about it
But you better not tell nobody
'Cause round here
[Verse 6]
They call me the gangster of love
And loving me might be dangerous
If I give you the keys to my heart and you break it
Then just know I might key your car because, baby
I'm never changing up
I'm still the gangster of love
[Verse 7]
Treat me like I'm just another body
They can find your body rotting in the closet
Wait, I don't really kill people though
I gotta keep it real with you though
Told you from the start I am not the one
I am not a heart you can break
But don't fault me
I told you they call me
[Verse 8]
The gangster of love
And loving me might be dangerous
If I give you the keys to my heart and you break it
Just know I might key your car because, baby
I'm never changing up
I'm still the gangster of love
Written by: Coleridge Tillman, Theron Feemster