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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Lil Baby
Vocals
Daniel Moras Raab
Programming
CashMoneyAp
Programming
DaBaby
Vocals
Palaze
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Cédric Leutwyler
Songwriter
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Jess Reed Jackson
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Songwriter
Michael G. Dean
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Palaze
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Producer
WYLO
Producer
Sage Skofield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Vocal Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
CashMoneyAP
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, oh
Oh (I'm tryna fuckin' get 'em), oh (I'm tryna fuckin' get 'em)
Oh, oh (get 'em), oh
Oh (gettin' big on this), oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
What do you want? Won't tell you twice, yeah
I'm a thief in the night (thief in the night), oh
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I'm always right (oh, oh)
Said, "I know how to shoot" (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
Look, if I call you bae, you bae for the day
Or bae for the night, you not my wife
She want a killer to fuck all night
I wanna fuck on a thot, gimme head all night
AP, big rocks, in the hood with the 'rillas
Five K on the dinner, bring 300 thou' to the dealer
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I'm always right (oh, oh)
Said, "I know how to shoot" (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
Baby
I'm rich but I'm ridin' and I'm low on exotic
I'm 'bout to fly out and go get me some
Nothin' ain't seen, all this money on me
Hunnid racks in the bag, that's a honey bun
Baby OG, I been runnin' these streets
Got the game fully shine on my momma's son
Learn 'bout the triple cross when I was young
And I know I ain't goin' so I keep a gun
I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior
She beggin' for attention, I don't see her
C.I.P. Pop, I wish that you could see us
Million cash plus whenever I go re-up
I got some niggas in the street, wanna beat me
I got the industry tryna be me
I just go Ray Charles, they can't see me
I'm in the Rolls Royce with a RiRi
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I'm always right (oh, oh)
Said, "I know how to shoot" (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
Yeah, like a thief in the night (thief)
I pull up, give her D for the night (uh-huh)
Tryna fuck in the V, it's aight (let's fuck)
We can't fuck up my seats 'cause they white
(That's my seats, watch my motherfuckin' seats)
I'm livin' like Thriller, I only come out at the night time
She don't fuck with liquor, don't like bein' tipsy
She don't do the Henny, just white wine (what she do?)
Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio (yeah)
I pull up in the Porsche wit' a freaky hoe (zoom)
Park the Porsche and pull up in a Lambo' (hmph)
I hop out, Major Payne, rockin' camo (yessir)
Think she cute, make her fuck, watch her man go (she cute)
Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, I'm Rambo
Cuban link full of rocks, it's a choker (oh)
Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya
I did some wrongs (oh), but I'm always right (oh, oh)
Said, "I know how to shoot" (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Dominique Jones, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Daniel Moras Raab, Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen
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