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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry Gashi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Gashi
Lyrics
Matthew Banks
Composer
Joel Banks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Producer
John Will" Kohlmeyer
Recording Engineer
Elias Rosewood
Recording Engineer
Charles Leslie Cox
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah, oh no
[Verse 2]
Pull up in Havana when it's dark outside
Pull up at the party when it's dark outside
All of these people they down to ride
Look at my eyes
[Verse 3]
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
[Verse 4]
Keepin' it real
I say how I feel
Shoutout my old management
You missed on a mil
I'm worth a mil
A couple of million
Fuck all these rappers
They all of my children
[Verse 5]
All of these dinosaurs, all this for talking now
Know me, you know it's a sham
I guess they're scared of me 'cause
Now that I'm around, their money isn't the same
Did it with no favors, had enough pudding
I could put me up a track
Shoutout to Snake, that's my brother for life
Good and bad times, you know we could not break
Hit after hit after hit
Hit after hit
You know we never gon' miss
And if you wondering why my fans love me so much
'Cause you know I be writin' my own shit
And my girl showed me her DMs
You suckers need to really get your own bitch
All of these artist they play me they music
I laugh 'cause they don't really own shit
[Verse 6]
Pull up in Havana when it's dark outside
Pull up at the party when it's dark outside
All of these people they down to ride
Look at my eyes
[Verse 7]
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
[Verse 8]
They be the fakest
I be the realest
All of my fans they be throwing they phones at my shows and I kill it
They sing all my lyrics
I be the trillest
You lyin' to yourself, fuck you and your momma if say you don't feel this
Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
Swear that they never believe me
Now when I walk in these labels
Just look how they fuck they all treat me
These rappers, they all wanna be me
I'm glad, I swear, they cannot see me
I just pulled up in a Foreign surrounded by squares like I'm coming to TV
[Verse 9]
Put myself on
Ain't waitin' on flow
Getting more pussy than your girl, Debrah
Now let's get it on
Her friends got more babies, enough of these hoes
She said this is so
And me inspectin' a federal boat
If you're money short, we can't get along
Now leave me alone
[Verse 10]
Pull up in Havana when it's dark outside
Pull up at the party when it's dark outside
All of these people they down to ride
Look at my eyes
[Verse 11]
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
Written by: Joel Banks, Larry Gashi, Matthew Banks