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Quavo & YRN Lingo - Blow Like a Whistle
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
YRN Lingo
YRN Lingo
Vocals
Mike Almighty
Mike Almighty
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Lorenzo Gibson
Lorenzo Gibson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Almighty
Mike Almighty
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stick in the back and you know it's gonna split you
That's your girl right there, aight, bet, I'm finna hit her
You saying that ain't fair, we don't care, we finna dismiss 'em
If it ain't about money, I'm gonna dismiss you
[Verse 2]
Mind your damn business if you don't want no problem, ****
I want the money, fuck the fame, I see the bigger picture
Greedy, jealousness, money change people, that is the issue
But if you change on me, Glock nine gonna blow like a whistle
[Verse 3]
Blow like a whistle
Glock 9 bullet hit you, hit you
You not smart nor hard, take a picture with that pistol
My squad been ready to eat 'em up, let me grab my utensils
[Verse 4]
Diamonds got me over here sneezing
Lemme grab the hunnid for the tissue
Get the money, what's the issue
**** talking crazy, gotta handle it
I thought you weren't here for that, young ****, listen up
These **** faking, perpetrating, hating because they can't
Make what you making so add it up
If they don't respect, they gonna get hectic
Only folks you know that you gotta go turn it up
[Verse 5]
Got the choppa on me and it's burning like it's Usher in the trunk
Muzzle hot, heating it up, got your girl in the back beating it up
One thing about me I don't give a fuck
Walking around with the Glock, they never gon' find it
Because Lingo keeping it tucked
Never show that I'm weak, always keeping it tough
[Verse 6]
Blow like a whistle
Glock 9 bullet hit you
Leaving no witness
Handle my business
[Verse 7]
Blow like a whistle, shooting out the Jag with the missile
Your bitch gon' fuck, young ****, don't even kiss her
Break down M's, step on the work, no Timbs
Jump out the gym, lifestyle play like The Sims
Pull up on Lingo, break it down, break it down, reload
Stand at the line like a free-throw, hit a pot with my left elbow
Inside of the cup like jello, 17-5, Shawty L-O
Your bitch wanna stroke my cello, white coupe, skrrt, marshmallow
Fuck with me, nephew ****, all it's gon' take is a whistle
Back of the milk carton missing, we ain't going for the sneak dissing
****
[Verse 8]
Glock 9 bullet hit you
Blow like a whistle
[Verse 9]
Mind your damn business if you don't want no problem, ****
I want the money, fuck the fame, I see the bigger picture
Greedy, jealousness, money change people, that is the issue
But if you change on me, Glock nine gonna blow like a whistle
[Verse 10]
Blow like a whistle
Glock 9 bullet hit you
You not smart nor hard, taking pictures with that pistol
My squad been ready to eat 'em up, let me grab my utensils
Written by: Lorenzo Gibson, Quavious Marshall
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