Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Lead Vocals
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
Kacy Hill
Kacy Hill
Vocals
SZA
SZA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Solána Rowe
Solána Rowe
Songwriter
Sonny Uwaezuoke
Sonny Uwaezuoke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Albert Chee
Albert Chee
Assistant Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Engineer
Blake Harden
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Recording Engineer
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Sonny Digital
Sonny Digital
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you know we gon' be alright
Leaders of the new school
They ain't want to let us in, but they had to
Trav, tell 'em what it is
Zona Man in the building
[Chorus]
Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up, we might be all night
Okay, okay
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us **** in
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Should've never let them **** in
Should've never, should've never let them **** in
Should've never let them **** in
Should've-should've-should've never let us **** in
Should've never let us **** in
Should've-should've-should've never let us **** in
Okay, okay, okay
[Verse 1]
Let's get this shit lit, poured right
Need my drugs, alright
Call my bitch up, she gon' suck this dick four ways
Four ways, now, it's time to pay
Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that shit today
Okay, okay, okay
Now, it's bombs away
Bitches kissing bitches while my **** serve 'em candy cane
Okay, okay
Bouncing on La Flame, put you up on game
Teach you mix a little, how to dab a little
Them bitches scared, them bitches scared, ah, yeah
[Chorus]
Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up, we might be all night
Okay, okay
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us **** in
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Should've never let them **** in
Should've never, should've never let them **** in
Should've never let them **** in
Should've-should've-should've never let us **** in
Should've never let us **** in
Should've-should've-should've never let us **** in
Okay, okay
[Verse 2]
Bottom bitcH say Ho!
Know you on top wHen tHe top get floored
Crib wHere tHe cop won't go
Rollie on bling bling, neck on ice
Tell a bitcH get rigHt, make a **** miss tHat fligHt
Can a **** Hit tHat twice?
Should've never let us **** in
Got my first M 2012
Now a Hundred K in tHe mail
Free anotHer Homie on bail
Money low, Her pussy gon' sell
Tryna tell you money ain't sH–
WHen you tried to tell me water won't wHip
WHen you tried to say tHis quarter won't flip
Since Snoop, wHo tHe otHer ricH Crip?
How Groovy get tHe Pringle man cHip?
Walk on witH a twenty yard clip
Walk on wHile a real **** limp
Black ****, green grass, no golf
So on, turn tHe satellite off from tHe set
Feel like I died on tHat cross, Hang on
[Chorus]
Okay, okay, okay
Already know it's gon' be alright
Way we going up, we might be all night
Okay, okay
Now we gon' blow like the wind
Should've never let us **** in
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Should've never let them **** in
Should've never, should've never let them **** in
Should've never let them **** in
Should've-should've-should've never let us **** in
Should've never let us **** in
Should've-should've-should've never let us **** in
Okay, okay
[Bridge]
Alright, alright, alright
Balling down the corner
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Take the long way home
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
[Verse 3]
Jacques was born April 30, aye
Doctor said he won't be home in thirty days
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Mama said her son gon' be a gift
Mama said her son gon' be the shit
He gon' be alright, alright, alright, alright
Mama coming home with different ****
Daddy out there hanging with the killers
Will it be alright, alright, alright, alright?
Feel like I'ma need me a sip
Feel like I'ma need me a bitch
Make me feel alright, alright, alright, alright
[Verse 4]
There's blood on your face
Mmm, salt on your skin
Your battle is done for now
[Verse 5]
Alright, alright, alright
Now I wanna, wanna blow these trees, alright
Hit another lick and we gon' be alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Now we got this breeze, we gon' be alright
Hundred all we need, we gon' be alright
Alright
Alright, alright
[Outro]
Completely available to you
Scrape a little off the top
Come, make your pudding pop
Alright, all night
Written by: Jacques Webster, Leland Wayne, Quincy Hanley, SZA, Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke, Kacy Hill, Mike Dean
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