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