Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lead Vocals
Maaly Raw
Programming
Rex Kudo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamaal Henry
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Rex Kudo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kesha Lee
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Don Cannon
Mixing Engineer
Maaly Raw
Producer
Rex Kudo
Producer
Leighton "LakeShow" Morrison
Executive Producer
Tyree Simmons
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dear mama
Love you, mama (That's on gang)
And grandmama (1600 block)
(That be Maaly Raw)
[Verse 2]
Dear mama
I don't wanna sign off (No way)
Out here getting commas (Count up)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah)
She don't want me locked up (Locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah)
I don't wanna sign off (Woah)
[Verse 3]
Mama love me, so I can do no wrong (Do no wrong)
Mama in the trap, so this her favorite song (Favorite song)
I'm gon' get them racks, lil' baby, they so long (So long)
Said I wasn't nothing, but I came in strong (Strong)
You got the best advice, but I won't call (No way)
I know I'm grown, so I do not need ya'll (I got it)
And if I get locked up, mom change the law (Oh yeah)
You fix everything, so that's what I thought (Thought)
When I was small, mama made me tall (Tall)
Even though I'm daddy pup, she still gon' wipe my paws
Don't care about this money, don't care about them cars (She don't)
Lose my mama, that's a problem you can't solve
[Verse 4]
Dear mama
I don't wanna sign off (No way)
Out here getting commas (Count up)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah)
She don't want me locked up (Locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah)
I don't wanna sign off (Woah)
[Verse 5]
Now I got the game in a headlock (Headlock)
Never catch me lackin', run a red light (No lackin' shorty)
Bitch, we talk in codes, we the red slugs (On folk n' 'em)
They tried to break my safe, I had a deadlock (Deadlock)
Mama used to bag in the day time (Day time)
Mama got that bag by the night time (Night time)
Was on thirty second street, I was like 8 then (That thing crumblin')
Moved to Francisville and met my real friends (Bah)
Mama said, "Stay down there 'fore you get hurt" (1600)
That was way before I was Lil Uzi Vert (1600)
Mama saw me in action, it could've got worse (1600)
I know that my mama know I'm shootin' first
[Verse 6]
Dear mama
I don't wanna sign off (No way)
Out here getting commas (Count up)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah)
She don't want me locked up (Locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah)
I don't wanna sign off (Woah)
[Verse 7]
Dear mama (1600)
Love you, mama
And grandmama (1600 block)
Written by: Jamaal Henry, Symere Woods