制作
出演艺人
Lil Uzi Vert
声乐
作曲和作词
Martin Alexander Pitt
作曲家
Symere Woods
作词
Lyle Leduff
作曲家
Donald E Cannon
作曲家
Quincy Riley
作曲家
制作和工程
Frank Holland
助理工程师
Justin Batad
助理工程师
Lyle Leduff
制作人
Colin Leonard
母带工程师
Leslie Brathwaite
混音工程师
Pitt The Kid
制作人
Benjamin Thomas
录音工程师
Don Cannon
制作人
歌词
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa, huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr)
Yeah
[PreChorus]
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah
I know that your feelings gone
I know that your feelings gone
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
[Chorus]
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
[Verse 1]
I don't even know how I'm hated it (Yeah, yeah)
I was nervous, but I had patience (Yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest (Yeah)
I don't even know how I'm hated (What?)
Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby" (Yeah)
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
I like my girls from the hood
I like my girls from the hood
I know I'm not nothin' good
I know I'm not nothin' good
I know I'm misunderstood (Yeah, fuck 'em)
I know that you're all alone
[PreChorus]
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah
I know that your feelings gone
I know that your feelings gone
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
[Chorus]
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
[Verse 2]
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios (Yeah)
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (Aye)
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial (Yeah)
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial (Lil Uzi)
Back up, shawty gave me brain, she got her master's (Yeah)
Pull up with ten whips like what's a Mazda?
Whips, yeah
My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (Whoa)
I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (None)
[PreChorus]
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah
I know that your feelings gone
I know that your feelings gone
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
[Chorus]
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Written by: Donald E Cannon, Lyle Leduff, Martin Alexander Pitt, Quincy Riley, Symere Woods
