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Quavo - "Shooters Inside My Crib" (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Rap
Ayo B
Ayo B
Performer
CTP
CTP
Performer
Money Montage
Money Montage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew O'Brien
Andrew O'Brien
Composer
Christopher Jon Latimer
Christopher Jon Latimer
Composer
Jacier Pearson
Jacier Pearson
Composer
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Quavo
Recording Engineer
Ayo B
Ayo B
Producer
CTP
CTP
Producer
Money Montage
Money Montage
Producer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Ayo B on the track)
[Verse 2]
I was patient, now my ice cold, glacier
I was trappin' out the vacant till I got some paper
I was lookin' for the smoke and then I got some straightenin'
I was out there chasin' dreams 'cause they thought I couldn't make it
[Verse 3]
I put that on my soul, no, you can't take it
On the highway, going two places, yeah
Prison or vacation, yeah
In the trap we switch locations, yeah
Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh
I dreamed that I'ma be big
While I'm putting bullets inside my SIG, mmm
Momma said it don't make no sense
'Cause I got shooters in all my cribs, mmm
[Verse 4]
It's kinda hard to be a young ****
When you gotta watch the way that you live, mmm
It's never too hard to keep it real
Keep it one hundred, we on and off of the field
Made 'em train to kill
If he caught a body, he signed a deal
Don't talk about it, nobody squeal
Upgrade the watches from stainless steel
If you woke up in the morning and got you a million
Just tell me just how would you feel?
Gave my **** some points, some extra percentage
Just look at the way that they live
[Verse 5]
I was patient, now my ice cold, glacier
I was trappin' out the vacant till I got some paper
I was lookin' for the smoke and then I got some straightenin'
I was out there chasin' dreams 'cause they thought I couldn't make it
[Verse 6]
I put that on my soul, no, you can't take it
On the highway, going two places, yeah
Prison or vacation, yeah
In the trap we switch locations, yeah
Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh
I dreamed that I'ma be big
While I'm putting bullets inside my SIG, mmm
Momma said it don't make no sense
'Cause I got shooters in all my cribs, mmm
[Verse 7]
Momma said it don't make no sense, yeah, yeah
Written by: Andrew O'Brien, Christopher Jon Latimer, Jacier Pearson, Quavious Marshall
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