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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bans
Yung Bans
Vocals
YNW Melly
YNW Melly
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamell Demons
Jamell Demons
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
Vas Coleman
Vas Coleman
Songwriter
Darian Joshua Garcia
Darian Joshua Garcia
Songwriter
Brandon Afflick
Brandon Afflick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smoko Ono
Smoko Ono
Producer
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
And then the smoke got me
[Verse 2]
All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne
I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine
I can't feel no pain, no, I can't feel no pain
Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings
I was 15, ridin' with that blicky, yeah
If I die today, I wonder, will they miss me?
Turn to a demon with that fire, a hundred shells in the street, huh
It's a hundred shells in the street
It's a hundred shells in the street
It's a hundred shells in the street
[Verse 3]
Yeah, Dracs and .223's, sweep him off his feet
Get that pack from overseas, trap, trap gon' beat
I got it on me, that MAC in my jeans
I got it on me, that MAC in my jeans
What you smell on my breath? Pure promethazine
And you can do what you want when you poppin' when you a lil' **** like me
Yeah, booted up, geeked, huh
Lil' bitch on fleek (Lil' bitch on fleek)
[Verse 4]
All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne
I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine
I can't feel no pain, no, I can't feel no pain
Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings
I was 15, ridin' with that blicky, yeah
If I die today, I wonder, will they miss me?
Turn to a demon with that fire, a hundred shells in the street, huh
It's a hundred shells in the street
[Verse 5]
.223's and Dracos, MAC-11's, lay low
Hollow tips rip through you and give your ass a halo
She say she like the way that a young **** be drippin'
I'm shootin' at your top, I don't check you with good precision
Have your body in the casket leakin' bodily fluids
Don't fuck 'round with my killers, yeah, we all goin' stupid
You say you with it, well, I'm with it too
If I die today, would you miss me?
If I die today, would you miss me?
What if I'm in my casket, girl? Would you kiss me?
You do it, would you do it?
Have your body in the casket leakin' bodily fluids (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne
I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine (Novocaine)
I can't feel no pain, no, I can't feel no pain (No pain)
Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings (Spread my wings)
I was 15, ridin' with that blicky, yeah (With the blicky)
If I die today, I wonder would they miss me? (Would they miss me?)
Turn to a demon with that fire, a hundred shells in the street, huh (A hundred shells in the fucking street)
It's a hundred shells in the street
[Verse 7]
A hundred shells in the street, Melly, baby
Yung Bans, runnin' up them Benjamins, gettin' to them bands
Hollow tips and shit, won't do no hands
[Verse 8]
Man, y'all already know who it is, man
This your boy YNW Melly, bitch, I'm gon' be out of here
Shout out to all my fans, man
Young **** World, Young **** Way until my dying days
Straight like that, you know what I'm saying?
Written by: Brandon Afflick, Darian Garcia, Jamell Demons, Ryan Vojtesak, Vas Coleman
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