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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
Vocals
21 Savage
Vocals
Baby Tate
Vocals
Christo
Programming
DJ Scheme
Programming
Nuri Saberin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Songwriter
Nuri Saberin
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Tate Farris
Songwriter
John Welch
Songwriter
Gabriel Guerra
Songwriter
Charles Singleton
Songwriter
Eddie Snyder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christo
Producer
DJ Scheme
Producer
John Kadadu
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Nuri Saberin
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too for—
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I done came back around like a **** sellin' crack and pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothin' to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a Black man with the blood hounds
MAC-10 makin' love sounds to a bad chick, she from Uptown
I'm from down South, not a loud mouth
We could fuck around, hit the music, baby, cut it down
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma buss now
I feel like a buss down, when I shine bright, blind **** is up now
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up
You can pick it up now, ****, fuck it, okay
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too for—
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, **** act like they coachin' me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that yo' ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury, man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she givin' me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, ****, make one move, get gunned down
Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops
I was on Pinedale, glass in a sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I'm investin' in stocks
I put a drum on a Heckler and Koch
Don't play, 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it tastes and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil—
Shit
Sorry in advance for my bros, they'll whoop a **** ass
What you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope
**** got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, give me a joke
Heard a **** say that you the next? No, no, no, I'm the best
Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list
Get him a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partnas ain't have Papa, just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott
He on the block violent
Robbin' **** in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a **** up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm an-, I'm an anomaly
I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, **** is onto me
**** should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe, it's pretty comedy
I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly bussin' moves, my truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshKosh B'gosh, pussy clot
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot, the door stay locked
It don't say knock, we on they block, we own they block
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moon walkin'
The same lil' ****, small pond, but a pool shark
I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls
Bang this shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Written by: Charles Singleton, Destin Route, Eddie Snyder, Gabriel Guerra, John Welch, Nuri Saberin, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tate Farris