Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Vocals
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
Joe Hall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Bradley "DJ BJ" Whitaker
Mixing Engineer
David "Dos Dias" Bishop
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
mac attkisson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh-huh
Mister Traphouse (Traphouse)
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get My Pack Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off)
I ain't bringin' nothin' back
Mister Coffin Them (Yeah)
Leave 'em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (We got sticks)
Put 'em in his face, ooh, he stiff (Ooh, he stiff)
Leave 'em cold and still (Cold)
Bitch, I'm cold, for real (I'm cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (Heart so cold)
Don't show no love, for real (Don't show no love, for real)
[Verse 2]
All my life, I've been a hustler (Yeah)
Dopeboy, cap peeler, street young ****
Get that money, fuck these hoes
All I know is freaks up
Stack that money, blue hunnid
Ten thousand daily
Y'all **** talk crazy with that fire out
Know I'ma let that fire out (Bah)
Rush him, ****, bust him
**** be talkin' like hoes
Pull up on 'em, then I bust 'em (Boom)
Ain't really with that tongue wrestlin'
Y'all **** talkin' cap
Y'all **** really 'bout the cap rap
Pull out the strap, ****, know I got that strap (Bah)
Yeah, I'm packin', you lackin' (Yeah)
Y'all **** ain't 'bout no action (Yeah)
****, I'm 'bout the action (Huh?)
I got the lights, camera, action (Okay)
Yeah, that shit get to flashin' (Flah, flah)
Damn, damn, don't nobody know what happened
(Don't nobody know what happened)
Don't nobody know what happened
(Don't nobody know what happened)
Damn, okay
[Verse 3]
Uh-huh
Mister Traphouse (Traphouse)
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get My Pack Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off)
I ain't bringin' nothin' back
Mister Coffin Them
Leave 'em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (We got sticks)
Put 'em in his face, ooh, he stiff (Ooh, he stiff)
Leave 'em cold and still (Cold)
Bitch, I'm cold, for real (I'm cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (Heart so cold)
Don't show no love, for real
(Don't show no love, for real)
(Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 4]
(21)
Mister Slaughter Gang (Gang gang)
Mister Take Yo' Hoe (Yeah)
Mister Run a Train (Straight up)
Mister Fuck a Rapper ****, I'm Deebo, tuck your chain (On God)
Got amnesia, fuck your cigarette, I don't remember a thing (Straight up)
Hit Candler Road, put ten on my ride, any car I want, I buy it (21)
Couple **** out here tryna switch sides, hit a bitch boy, that's fire (Pussy)
Gang gang ain't on none of that friendly shit, we ain't givin' high fives (Facts)
You out here runnin' yo' mouth like a pussy cat, but you ain't got nine lives (Rat)
Mister Stick Talk (21)
Mister White Chalk (21)
I don't need no co-sign 'cause The 6 vouch (21, 21)
Yo' wifey at the slaughterhouse, we whippin' dicks out (On God)
She sucked me, then she sucked my brother, she got a big mouth
(Straight up, straight up)
[Verse 5]
Uh-huh
Mister Traphouse (Traphouse)
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get My Pack Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off)
I ain't bringin' nothin' back
Mister Coffin Them
Leave 'em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (We got sticks)
Put 'em in his face, ooh, he stiff (Ooh, he stiff)
Leave 'em cold and still (Cold)
Bitch, I'm cold, for real (I'm cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (Heart so cold)
Don't show no love, for real (Don't show no love, for real)
Written by: Joe Hall, Quantavious T. Thomas, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Timothy Jordan Jenks