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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aminé
Programming
Cordae
Rap
Davon Jamison
Programming
Irvin Mejia
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davon Jamison
Songwriter
Irvin Mejia
Songwriter
Adam Aminé Daniel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aminé
Additional Producer
Davon Jamison
Co-Producer
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Irvin Mejia
Producer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I just bought a new grill (Yah)
Shining like a new whip (True!)
Adam got a new drip (Shit!)
I'm a nappy-headed black lil' cool kid (Ahh)
Yeah I stack that, make that, break that, take that
Got a hundred ways I can flip that, get back
All up in the money just to get back, bitch, back up
No you probably need a Tic Tac, it's that (Huhh!)
Bitch you frontin' on me, why you wanna act like this? (Why?)
Rollie on my wrist so she wanna have kids (True!)
Cuffs on my wrist so the cops don't trip
[Verse 2]
I-I'm too fly to fight (Yup)
Can't afford my price (No!)
This a white tee (Clean)
Bitch, bite me (Hey!)
I'm on the high (I'm on a high)
They on the low (They on the low)
You're killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone (Get out my zone)
Said, I'm on the high (I'm on a high)
They on the low (They on the low)
You're killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone (Get out my zone, bitch)
[Verse 3]
I'm the best in the group chat (True!)
My **** won't admit that (No!)
31 hoes in my Facetime
And I'm the one to hoop that (Yee)
Rockin' and rollin' like Jack Black
Schoolin' you **** like Jack Black (Yah!)
How could you not like Jack Black? (How?)
I put that on my mama ****, no cap
Look, I hand it to Yos, he hand it to Jon (He do)
Shawty wanna fuck for a picture
Bitch, this ain't a Groupon (No!)
This that CLBN (True!)
Go ahead bump it with mom
Said she want a spot on my list (Please!)
I told her go pray to your God (I need to go to church)
Yeah, I dig that, flip that, make that, check back
When I wanna get it back ASAP
It's that young **** back, no six pack, fuck that
I'm too rich for the chit-chat
[Verse 4]
I'm too fly to fight (Yup)
Can't afford my price (No)
This a white tee (Clean)
Bitch, bite me (Hey!)
I'm on the high (I'm on the high)
They on the low (They on the low)
You're killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone (Get out my zone)
Said, I'm on the high (I'm on the high)
They on the low (You on the low)
You're killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone (Get out my zone, bitch)
[Verse 5]
Bitch, get out my zone
Going in insane, I got that drip weather snow or that rain
Face card good but they knowing my name
I'm smoking that gas just to shoulder the pain
In a Rover or Range ain't no slowing my lane
Head for the top, blood cold in my veins
So a **** better step back, catch that
Beat you like your step dad
Cop a new whip, shit jet black, bet that
Stop the bragging, fly I could shock Aladdin
Doin' 100 while the cops is passing'
And the chopper blasting
****, fucking caught you lacking
Rap **** be Oscar acting
We never worry them pockets packing
I watch and learn in a proper fashion
Boy you is sweet, you is not a savage
Why do you have to be problematic?
[Verse 6]
I'm on the high (I'm on a high)
They on the low (They on the low)
You're killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone (Get out my zone)
Said, I'm on the high (I'm on a high)
They on the low (They on the low)
You're killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone (Get out my zone, bitch)
Written by: Adam Aminé Daniel, Davon Jamison, Irvin Mejia, Marcel Everett