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PERFORMING ARTISTS
No Savage
No Savage
Vocals
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Ho
Aaron Ho
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Noah Settles
Noah Settles
Songwriter
Ryan Hartlove
Ryan Hartlove
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Hartlove
Ryan Hartlove
Producer
J Lacy
J Lacy
Mastering Engineer
jourdan ginyard
jourdan ginyard
Mixing Engineer
Richard “MixByRich” Weber
Mixing Engineer
Harto Beats
Harto Beats
Producer
Wayvbeats
Wayvbeats
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Harto cooked this one up)
[Instrumental]
Ah
Ah
[Instrumental]
Mob, uh
[Chorus]
I ain't think I could make it far, yeah, I was feelin' down
They didn't think that I could win 'cause they was in denial
I don't trust that bitch, I know she get around
She fucked a lot of ****, it's no way that she ain't feelin' down
We gon' knock 'em all
We gon' knock 'em all down
I'm in public, totin' on enough to blow 'em all down
I hope they got this message now
We was out here thuggin', he got locked up and just let me down
We was sharin' clothes, can't believe this **** tellin' now
[Verse 1]
But I deal with it better now
Ever catch him, he catchin' rounds
Get him whacked, I could bet some pounds
In the trap where we bust 'em down
Well, since they wanna know
I showed 'em how a hundred sound
And it ain't hard to know
I'm stackin' up my money now (Uh)
Soon as you give 'em attention they gonna be out to get you
I pay them **** no mind and I don't even listen
I never feed in they lies, I hate them bitter bitches
It won't be hard to decide after you see that ticket
I done been on multiple missions, totin' on different pistols
I can't depend on them **** like they was never wit' it
I had to spin for them **** 'cause they was never killers
**** went to the pen for them ****, they ain't never gonna see they children
And I don't wanna beef if it ain't about money, ****, let's go make some millions
Like fuck your plug, if I had that choice, I'll go meet Griselda (Mob, mob)
Mob, uh
[Chorus]
I ain't think I could make it far, yeah, I was feelin' down
They didn't think that I could win 'cause they was in denial
I don't trust that bitch, I know she get around
She fucked a lot of ****, it's no way that she ain't feelin' down
We gon' knock 'em all
We gon' knock 'em all down
I'm in public, totin' on enough to blow 'em all down
I hope they got this message now
We was out here thuggin', he got locked up and just let me down (Uh)
We was sharin' clothes, can't believe this **** tellin' now (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Shoppin' for these opps, I fuck around and blow them all down
I was hungry stomach growlin', now that's the same way my car sound
My **** doin' time and I just miss the beginnin' of life
Start shinin', friends hatin', make me wanna get rid of this ice
They wonder why I'm quiet, I just can't sit up and act like it's right (Right)
I'm doin' time, too many times, I gotta tell mama goodbye (Woah, woah, woah)
Ran into a couple **** in the pen
Now they ain't wanna live in or out (Yeah, yeah)
Don't need nobody in my business
Pulled Ghetto to the side and told him that I wanna spin tonight
Said I used to have a heart of gold, got rid of it with medicine
I was walkin' to the store, but now I pull up like the president
Had a threesome, then I told them, "Fuck my ****," it wasn't no hesitance
They was both from Dallas, know they prolly won't text us again
You come around and draw on my heart, then you erase it
Sometimes I just be drivin' this car, no destination
Too many **** locked behind bars, just know I'm prayin'
Written by: Aaron Ho, Kobe Crawford, Noah Settles, Ryan Hartlove
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