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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mustard
Performer
Nipsey Hussle
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Mikely Adam
Composer
Ermias Asghedom
Composer
Marquise Newman
Composer
Rodney Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Producer
Adam Catania
Recording Engineer
James Royo
Recording Engineer
Jason Patterson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mikely Adam
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fuck man, I knew I shouldn't drove this old ass shit
Shouldn't brought up a fucking ghost, man
Ha ha, that's that shit, here we go
Go, that's it, test it
Youngest thing is they wanna hug the road with a 6-4
Wizard on the beat, yo
[Verse 2]
If it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up
And if it ain't the kush, don't blaze it up
I'm sticking to the script while **** changing up
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
But look, I was in the fo' with my crow, tiny caught me on the ten
Getting high with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain't work
Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace and swerve
And much to my surprise
We ain't even crashing, ain't nobody die
But we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like it ain't nobody saw
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
The type of shit happen all the fucking time 'cause
[Verse 3]
All I do is bounce in my low low
In corners, ****, I'm so low
Got the burner in the low low (Fuck 'em)
Damn ****, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low (For real)
I was little in the low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low
[Verse 4]
Lets's get high bitch, in my Damu ride
Hold my momma, I'm on one
Hitting that side to side
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol
The rag sit awkward
Hop out schwangning, sag, show my boxers
Belt 1250 robins, no Dickie
Dice gang teelee, school 'em like Tee Cee
Alright motherfucker, rumor last week, I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
Six four six trace Impala
Bend the corner three wheeling, scrape the bottom
Front back pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day and park it on your landscape
[Verse 5]
All I do is bounce in my low low
In corners, ****, I'm so low
Got the burner in the low low (Fuck 'em)
Damn ****, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low (For real)
I was little in the low low
You know I got it for the low low
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Danny W Means, Dijon McFarlane, Ermias Asghedom, Keiwan Spillman, Kevin Gilliam, Larrance Dopson, Marquise Newman, Mikely Adam, Rodney Brown, Rodney Brown Jr., Terrace Martin, Tracey Davis