Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Dieuson Octave
Dieuson Octave
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer

Lyrics

Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na I think them n-- is scared of us They flexin' but only for cameras I embarrass 'em (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) I think them n-- is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras Nothin' these n-- could do to us, who the f-- can they compare to us? Nothin' these n-- could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em, f-- it, it ain't no comparison These n-- ain't catchin' up to us, I swear, these n-- need stamina I broke her heart in a paragraph, turned to a thottie to cure it up Now that b-- feel so embarrassin', diamonds be dancin', I blur it up Your sh-- is fake, you can't swear to it I know you frontin', you panickin', I get dressed up like a mannequin Put on a fit and embarrass 'em, it's so embarrassin', I put this beat on my body list Metro a beast, yeah, he bodied it, they tried to give me a stylist I told 'em I'm good, yo, you wylin', I got sick of wearin' Versace, I want red bottoms Don't let me get in a fight with 'em, one of 'em spikes and I might hit him I'm from the jungle, say that you f-- with gorillas I know that you n-- be lyin' I gotta stay humble, that's why I f-- with the realest I swear I put that on the Bible You stuck in your feelings, say I'm f-- on your b-- And you shoulda never ever wifed her That's word to my mother, if a n-- take my b--, f-- it I'ma find another lover, we flex on each other Cuban drippin' on my wrist, I could put whatever on the other That's word to my mother I think them n-- is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras Nothin' these n-- could do to us, who the f-- can they compare to us? Nothin' these n-- could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em, f-- it, it ain't no comparison I think them n-- is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras Nothin' these n-- could do to us, who the f-- can they compare to us? Nothin' these n-- could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em, f-- it, it ain't no comparison You gotta be kiddin' me Most of my sh-- come from Italy, W up, make 'em sick of me Ice on my pinky too glittery, pass on a show, it ain't sh-- to me I keep a blicky, just in case a n-- with me ain't with me And I see an enemy, everythin' litty Plus my fingers kinda sticky from rollin' up that icky-icky Them cookies be hittin' Beam came with the strap, ladder hangin' off of that Yeah, I get two attached I ain't f--' with the Act', I be trippin' off of that I'ma keep it a stack, Mike Amiri's on me stretch But I'm holdin' all this bread, I'ma keep me a bag They was sayin' I was next Ever since I hit the booth and I jumped on a track I think them n-- is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras Nothin' these n-- could do to us, who the f-- can they compare to us? Nothin' these n-- could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em, f-- it, it ain't no comparison I think them n-- is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras Nothin' these n-- could do to us, who the f-- can they compare to us? Nothin' these n-- could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em, f-- it, it ain't no comparison Ain't no comparison, f-- it, it ain't no comparison Look at my chain, it's embarrassin', I'm flexin' on 'em, embarrassin' Flexin' on 'em, so embarrassin', look at my chain, it's embarrassin'
Writer(s): Leland Tyler Wayne, Artist Dubose, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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