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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
Awaz Beatz
Awaz Beatz
Programming
SK
SK
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Steven McGee
John Steven McGee
Songwriter
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
Timur Saifullin
Timur Saifullin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SK
SK
Producer
Awaz Beatz
Awaz Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Went a different level, changed my number on these bitches
Watched the love turn to hate, so it's fuck you other ****
Seat back, reclinin', just ridin'
Sand on they neck, baby, mine's full of diamonds
I can't quit for nothin', man, I swear a **** tried it
I was just a product, boy surrounded by the violence
She was gettin' curious 'bout the cup, I let her try it
Every day, I'm thankful 'bout the streets, 'cause I survived it
We don't run from nothin' 'less a **** chasin' dollars
[Verse 1]
Got some shit on my mind
Keep a stick in the ride
I ain't feelin' the vibe
I don't fuck with these ****
**** makin' me hot
Keep the business aside
Oh, we enemies now
Laws talkin' to me, never talk back
Cups out in public, we the ones started that
Designer to the floor, still movin' with the bag
If I ain't Wavy Gang, ****, what you call that?
Only real **** fall off, crawl back
Only real bitches don't complain, let you stack
Put 'em in position, bet you they won't tell you that
Let her rock the mic, you ain't know your ho rap
I done drove there, sold this, drove back
I done flew her in just to fuck 'cause she was bad
Say she only fuck with boss ****, not the staff
I done lost my mind, I been tweakin' with the cash
I don't need the mall, I been spendin' all in Kith
Way the chains dance, man, I swear I need a tip
Gang traumatized and I been livin' with it since
I just ate a gram fifteen with the Ritz
Saint Laurent jeans, glizzy sittin' on my hip
They say I'm on fire, everything stayin' lit
I 'member times thought I needed a brick
Now a **** keep one of these on my wrist
[Chorus]
Changed my number on these bitches
Love turn to hate, so it's fuck you other ****
Seat back, reclinin', just ridin'
Sand on they neck, baby, mine's full of diamonds
I can't quit for nothin', man, I swear a **** tried it
I was just a product, boy surrounded by the violence
She was gettin' curious 'bout the cup, I let her try it
Every day, I'm thankful 'bout the streets, 'cause I survived it
We don't run from nothin' 'less a **** chasin'—
Written by: John Steven McGee, Marcellus Register, Timur Saifullin
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