Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron David Lockhart, Jr.
Songwriter
Dennis Neal Jr.
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dubba-AA
Producer
Louie Bandz
Producer
Marcus Richard
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Feds got us on they billboard (Got us on they billboard)
But you know that I ain't goin' for it (You know that I ain't goin' for it)
I stay hidden from the radar (Hidden from the radar)
Under tint in them foreign cars, aye
[Verse 1]
Muhammad Ali, bitch, come test me (Come test me)
And watch how quick shit gon' get hectic (Get hectic)
Me and my youngins we reckless (Dumb)
Bitch, you know who really steppin' (Bow!)
I don't get no sleep, bitch, I'm restless (I'm restless)
Five in the morning, I'm up
Droppin' the price and you know that I'm at it (I'm at it)
I'ma tell you where to come
My girl left early in the morning
Holla 'bout she goin' to get her hair done, bitch, I ain't dumb
I can play the same game, call a bitch over to the hotel room
And I'm bustin' her up
**** on my dick inside the club
Saying he got bricks, I'ma get him drunk
Money on deck, meet me by the truck
I don't give a fuck, Ben stick 'em up
[Verse 2]
On the phone, bitch, I'm runnin' it with Dump
****, pull up, man, I'm finna come
Me and Jordan Dixon ridin' through the north
Down 38th strapped with a pump
Birdman got that dog food up in Valley Park
Posted up, going dumb
Kevin Gates, I remember we was young
Strapped up, bitch, .40 with a drum
Ah, yeah, bitch, I'm gettin' it (Bitch, I'm gettin' it)
Straight out the north, bitch, I come straight out them trenches (Straight out them trenches)
No handouts, yeah, you know I had to get it (I had to get it)
Know how I'm living, AI YoungBoy, I'm the sickest (I'm the sickest, yeah)
[Chorus]
Feds got us on they billboard (Got us on they billboard)
But you know that I ain't goin' for it (You know that I ain't goin' for it)
I stay hidden from the radar (Hidden from the radar)
Under tint in them foreign cars, aye
[Verse 3]
They ain't believe that I did it
Was runnin' and jumpin' them fences
.40 Glock in my britches
Tell that **** he can get it, huh
They ain't believe that I did it
Was runnin' and jumpin' them fences
.40 Glock in my britches
Tell that **** he can get it
Talk loud, stand tall, had to turn my phone off
Pray to living God that I never, ever fall off
Really going in, I'm headed for the powerball
Missed call, call log, had to turn my phone off
Diamonds in my teeth and you knowin' I'll eat you out
Fuck real good, yeah, you knowin' what I'm really 'bout
Scope real good, yeah, you knowin' we can fight it out
Strapped up shit, what you mean? We can shoot it out
[Refrain]
Dumb, aye, hold up
Dumb, aye, hold up
Dumb, aye, hold up
Dumb, aye, hold up
[Chorus]
Feds got us on they billboard (Got us on they billboard)
But you know that I ain't goin' for it (You know that I ain't goin' for it)
I stay hidden from the radar (Hidden from the radar)
Under tint in them foreign cars, aye
[Outro]
Ah, yeah, bitch, I'm gettin' it (Bitch, I'm gettin' it)
Straight out the north, bitch, I come straight out them trenches (Straight out them trenches)
No handouts, yeah, you know I had to get it (I had to get it)
Know how I'm living, AI YoungBoy, I'm the sickest (I'm the sickest, yeah)
Written by: Kentrell DeSean Gaulden
