制作
出演艺人
21 Savage
声乐
作曲和作词
Leland Wayne
作曲
Curtis Mayfield
作曲
Joshua Luellen
作曲
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
词曲作者
制作和工程
Metro Boomin
制作人
Derrick Royce Selby
录音工程师
Anthony Gonzalez
录音工程师
Ethan Stevens
录音工程师
Alex Tumay
混音工程师
Gordie Tumay
助理工程师
Joe LaPorta
母带工程师
Blake Harden
录音工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
Scrape the corner, buy a Rover
Crack inside my grandma's sofa
Sunday, family comin' over
Move the crack behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Tryin' not to be a poster
You was listenin' to your coaches
I was listenin' to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That's why I don't smoke no roaches
**** tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I'm sippin' potion
We happy, dog, but we ain't jokin'
Big bullets, we ain't pokin'
In that pussy, slow motion
****, ain't none of my song wrote
[Verse 2]
I'm thinkin' to myself, you ain't gang, ****, fuck you
Feel like 2pac, "Thug Life", ****, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone, he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog-ass bitch, I knew I never shoulda trust you
Ho stabbin' **** in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
**** quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang gang screamin' "Fuck you", they wanna eat you
[Verse 3]
My son got asthma, grandma having spasms
Fuck the chatter, he gon' tattle, put him on the platter
Snakes plottin' on my downfall, I can h ear 'em rattle
(That fuck **** gon' flop, man)
(21 ain't even no real ****, fuck that ****)
[Verse 4]
We stickin' to the G code, ****, we ain't beefing over freak hoes
I hit her on the d-low, yeah, she like my steelo
That **** think that he a bully, do 'em like Craig did Debo
Thirty-round hangin' out a big Glock, ****, no six-shot
Shoot 'em till the clip stop
You're a lil' kitten, I'm a big dog
****, when we pullin' up, my stick's out
Too much money, got them pissed off
****, I'ma pull up at your bitch house
Fuck a ****'s bitch and get a kick out of it
**** pop percs and get a kick out of it
Drinkin' on syrup with my dick out
Glock-17 with my dick out
[Verse 5]
I'm thinkin' to myself you ain't gang, ****, fuck you
Feel like 2pac, "Thug Life", ****, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone, he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trust you
What you want, ho? I got what you want, ho
What you want, ho? I got what you want, ho
What you want, ho? I got what you want, ho
What you want, ho? I got what you want, ho
[Verse 6]
All my tint presidential, like I'm Trump, dog
Secret service shooters leave a **** slumped, dog
Denzel, I get surgical with the pump, dog
Bust it out, break it down, then I put it in a blunt, dog
Made man stamped, I got 21 stamped
In my face, teetee and taytay in the same account
I was down bad, now I'm shinin' like a lamp
You put a ring on her, she aint' nothin' but a tramp
They kicked me out of middle school, they sent me to the house
We 'bout that gun-play, ****, motherfuck your camp
Nineteen, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an amp
Beatin' down Glenwood, **** feelin' like a champ
[Verse 7]
****, we ain't taking no deals
Lil' ****, we ain't snitchin', we ain't makin' them sound
Used to jump ****, now we jumpin' in a crowd
Used to make my momma cry, but now I make her proud
I remember rainy days, but now she like the sound
[Verse 8]
I'm thinkin' to myself you ain't gang, ****, fuck You
Feel like 2pac, "Thug Life", ****, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone, he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trust you
Ho stabbin' **** in the back like streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
**** quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang gang screamin' "Fuck you", they wanna eat you
Written by: Curtis Mayfield, Joshua Luellen, Leland Wayne, Shayaa Joseph