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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Leutrim Beqiri
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Braden Davies
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zack Acousta
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Teddrick Palmer
Assistant Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Turbo
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Playmakers)
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jet
I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet (Yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (Stretch)
Lawyers the best, get home with a check (Yeah)
He done fucked up, put some dough on his head
Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (Uh)
Run this cash up, life a motherfuckin' trip (A motherfuckin' trip)
Yeah, yeah
**** fucked up tryna hide the bitch (Hide the bitch)
Drum on the stick, on the side, a switch (Switch)
Call up a lil' pretty vibe, pull up and let her massage the dick (Alright)
[Verse 4]
Oh, that's your new ride? We whippin' and swervin' all kind of shit (Skrrt)
Whippin' and runnin', my little **** pullin' up gunnin', they hit what they tryna hit (Tryna hit)
Mouse started runnin', we shootin' rats right in they stomachs and leave them inside a ditch (Inside a ditch)
Ain't nothing funny, when you gotta break down an onion, it look like you fryin' a brick (Fry)
Hit her on Sunday, she still wanna ask me for money, she gon' end up dyin' a bitch (Dyin')
Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred 'cause these **** counterfeit (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 5]
We had the longest sex
Good pussy, bitch off of Bouldercrest (Bouldercrest, yeah, yeah)
They thought Rolls was wrecked
Just like a real ****, bouncin' it back (I'm bouncin' back, yeah, yeah)
Make sure your nose ain't wet
He fell a victim, addicted to crack (Addicted to crack, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout my Benjamins, check out my neck
All in my business, lil' bitch, just relax (Relax, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 6]
She done got way too attached
Notice they mine 'cause they waists is snatched (Yeah, yeah)
Heard your lil' homie got whacked
We take a life, you ain't takin' one back (Yeah, yeah)
You goin' under attack
Let the whole world know the babies is back (Yeah, yeah)
Smith & Wess' hid in the dash
Crib in the backyard, a hundred-yard dash
[Verse 7]
Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet (Yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (Stretch)
Lawyers the best, get home with a check (Yeah)
He done fucked up, put some dough on his head
Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (Uh)
Run this cash up, life a motherfuckin' trip (A motherfuckin' trip)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 8]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Chandler Durham, Leutrim Beqiri, Sergio Kitchens