Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nia "Ivy" Mills
Nia "Ivy" Mills
Assistant Engineer
Turbo
Turbo
Engineer
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Executive Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Executive Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Wheezy outta here)
Huh, uh
[Verse 2]
Who think you foolin'?
We not new to it
We countin' fluent
Hawks game on the wood
My cup full of mud
I came out the hood
Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
I'ma give all my problems above
Hate when people keep doin' too much
Keep it real, the streets show you no love
[Verse 3]
We don't need no one vouchin' for us
I been grindin' and found me a buzz
I been searchin' for love and found lust
It's so hard to stop holdin' a grudge
My lil' dawg split your shit like a Dutch
My whole squad kept the kid in the cut
Keep your strap 'cause these **** play tough
Pick and choose who the right one to trust
Pick and choose who the right one to trust
Keep it real, it's a lotta fake love
**** hate, but they bitches in love
Paint the Bentley all white like a dove
I took off, ain't the same as it was
Kicked her out, told her walk to the bus
I'm a sipper, can tell when it's cut
You can't tell me that she ain't a slut
[Verse 4]
Who think you foolin'?
We not new to it
We countin' fluent
Hawks game on the wood
My cup full of mud
I came out the hood
Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
I'ma give all my problems above
Hate when people keep doin' too much
Keep it real, the streets show you no love
[Verse 5]
I don't need no one vouchin' for me
I be flossin', ain't talkin' 'bout my teeth
Car push-start, I keep losin' the keys
Chanel, Boss, my closet full of C's
My shit wet, Eliantte VV's
I got pearls 'round my neck now, not no beads
I get cash in my bag when I'm sleep
New blue face, two-tone Patek Philippe
Beverly Center, shoppin' spree on me
New agenda, don't do nothin' free
Ain't not one of my foreigns on E
All my bitches got expensive weave
I sip drank for my pain to get eased
I still talk to the Lord on my knees
Helpin' me take care all of my needs
And we take off that top for a breeze
[Verse 6]
Who think you foolin'?
We not new to it
We countin' fluent
Hawks game on the wood
My cup full of mud
I came out the hood
Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
I'ma give all my problems above
Hate when people keep doin' too much
Keep it real, the streets show you no love
Written by: Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
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