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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Performer
EST Gee
EST Gee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Composer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Composer
George Stone III
George Stone III
Composer
Elias Sticken
Elias Sticken
Composer
Quentin Miller
Quentin Miller
Composer
Trevor Rich
Trevor Rich
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Producer
Elyas
Elyas
Producer
Brian Chew
Brian Chew
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You know
Uh
[Chorus]
If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King, I'm a goat, the truth, for real (Aye)
Banana boat brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
[Verse 1]
Slide on the beat, acknowledge the pen
Back in my bag, I'm at it again
Rotate the roster, just tossed out a ten
That shit just don't even matter to him
Took me a minute to comprehend
Shit that I needed, I had within
Used to place all of my trust in them
I'm never doin' that shit again
They get ahead of they self if you let 'em
They get to reachin' that shit is pathetic
They couldn't walk in my shoes if I let 'em
These size elevens, they fit a lil different
If we have beef, I'mma go 'head and dead it
Sweetest revenge is success and forgiveness
Married the game, can't trust none of these bitches
I keep it two Virgils in all of my lyrics
Came in this bitch with exceptional spirit
Bulletproof vision, cannot let 'em kill it
Real ones acknowledge my shit cuz they feel it
The rest of you want me forgotten and hidden (Uh)
Whoever I fuck's automatically trendin'
She wanna 'F' everywhere like it's Fendi
The pussy gets killed every time like it's Kenny (Ha)
[Chorus]
If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King, I'm a goat, the truth, for real (Aye)
Banana boat brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
[Verse 2]
If you seen half what I saw you would tell
Before it was popular, I had them boxes
Them sack in the mail
I beat the streets, I ain't goin' to jail
It's kill or be killed, Am I goin' to hell?
I told her driver, ignore that 'lil smell
Just make sure you ain't drivin' too fast while I trail
We got Wak, 'latto went straight from Vallejo
Right through the air in four hours is here
I done been too close to death to be scared
I got my gun when they come unprepared
Money bring shy bitches right out they shell
I don't want love when I fuck I might pay her
Quarterback plays call me Geeski McNair
I'm throwin' something, can't knock down a bear
I don't feel nothin', especially fear
All of 'em cross me, I ain't shed a tear
My heart is pure, I understand we ain't similar
She can't wait 'till I come, this perc killin' her
She a freak she asked me could I spit on her
She just prayin' that Geeski deliver her
There's so many I barely remember her
My role is pivotal
They know I'm rich, don't forget I'm a criminal, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King, I'm a goat, the truth, for real (Aye)
Banana boat brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
[Refrain]
If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King, I'm a goat, the truth, for real (Aye)
Banana boat brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
Written by: Elias Sticken, George Stone III, Gerald Gillum, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Quentin Miller, Trevor Rich
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