Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
Vocals
Cook Classics
Bass
Jake Troth
Drums
Bobby Wooten III
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Lobban Bean
Songwriter
Jacob Troth
Songwriter
Richard Colson Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cook Classics
Producer
Jake Troth
Producer
Bobby Wooten III
Co-Producer
Brandon “SlimXX” Allen
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
This that motherfuckin' rider music
This that motherfuckin' rider music
[Chorus]
All night, when I'm rollin'
Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?
But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'
With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'
All through traffic with this mob apparatus
These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'
I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh
[Verse 1]
Smokin' on Sequoia, runnin' from my paranoia
Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California
I ain't goin' out like River Phoenix
I wanna enjoy all of the spoils, I'm a Golden Boy like Oscar De La Hoya
I'm a soldier, masked up like it's the end of October
Blowin' doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh, down in the 'Nola
I done told ya, when it come to beefin', I ain't kosher
Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer
I could spy a motive, y'all can try and clone this
Get them lies quoted, but him and I know this
Line up my opponents, hold their eyes open
Rip out their hearts and let 'em all die soulless
[PreChorus]
This that motherfuckin' rider music
This that motherfuckin' rider music, East Side, aye
This that motherfuckin' rider music
This that motherfuckin' rider music
[Chorus]
All night, when I'm rollin'
Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?
But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'
With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'
All through traffic with this mob apparatus
These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'
I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh
[Verse 2]
Wait
I heard 'em say they want the old Gunner
Fuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners
Fuck a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers
It ain't no love when you become a man with no mother
That's what it was
I used to get my ass beat just because
I ran away, hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge
Junior year, my homie sellin' crack right off the bus
Knew that I wasn't turnin' back when I got cuffed
Fuck a charge, this a territory y'all don't wanna march
Cemetery full of graves, I can finish what you start
Lost a milli' when they sued me for a fight inside a bar
I hope you pussies think of me every time that you see the scar
[PreChorus]
This that motherfuckin' rider music
This that motherfuckin' rider music, East Side, aye
This that motherfuckin' rider music
This that motherfuckin' rider music
Turn it up
[Chorus]
All night, when I'm rollin'
Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty
But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'
With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'
All through traffic with this mob apparatus
These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'
I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh
[Verse 3]
24/7, I keep my eyes open, ready
All these signs show me they want me gone like I'm Makaveli
On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty
Kill 'em all, even if I die like Method Man did in Belly
I am, Gun Kelly, ain't shit you can tell me
Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk of the Chevy
I'm a dad and a savage, this is not an image like Getty
Rap for currency, like I'm Spitta Andretti and let it fall like confetti
Ball for my dawgs that they got locked in the celly
And fuck the one that turned on me, I won't ever forget it
You learn it's your own homies you knew since the beginning
That see you winnin' and they wanna see you finished, goddamn
Written by: Colson Baker, Jacob Troth, William Lobban Bean