Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Harlow
Vocals
Kimbra
Sampled Artist
Luiz Bonfá
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Harlow
Songwriter
Clayborn Harlow
Songwriter
Colin Franken
Songwriter
Jasper Harris
Songwriter
Jose Velazquez
Songwriter
Luiz Bonfá
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Michael Hernandez
Songwriter
Nathan Ward II
Songwriter
Nickie Jon Pabón
Songwriter
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
Tobias Wincorn
Songwriter
Wouter De Backer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Harlow
Producer
Clayborn Harlow
Producer
Jasper Harris
Producer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Mixing Engineer
Rogét Chahayed
Producer
Tobias Wincorn
Producer
Christopher James Knoll
Assistant Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Producer
Charlie Handsome
Producer
Foreign Teck
Producer
Frankie Bash
Producer
Nemo Achida
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Timothy Mosley
Producer
jetsonmade
Producer
Lyrics
I got a shot, it's not a pistol
Number one spot, I'm too official
Name ringin' bells like school dismissal
She think I'm cold, I seen her nipples (seen 'em)
I got a shot, it's off the dribble
She brought a friend, I'm in the middle
This one right here ain't sentimental
But I know you remember, I know you remember
'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know
Hang at the places I used to go
Drivin' G-Wagen with Louis V bags
Mm, you must be used to those
I got a shot, it's not a pistol
Number one spot, I'm too official
Name ringin' bells like school dismissal
But I know you remember, I know you remember
I'm from the city where they might put one in your temple
It's really that simple
24-karat, the gold on the dental
That's just how they get down, it's just what they into
I'm eatin' wagyu with wooden utensils
I made a livin' off these instrumentals
She know me well and she know I ain't gentle
Show me that smile, I like them lil' dimples, yeah (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Tell you what I can do, yeah, I ain't just tryna befriend you, no, no
I get in your mental, yeah
Touch you with spiritual Hindu, yeah (I'm touchin' you)
And I know you wanna be with me, baby, I miss you, yeah
And you know I wanna be with you, baby, I miss you, yeah
'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know
Hang at the places I used to go
Drivin' G-Wagen with Louis V bags
Mm, you must be used to those
I got a shot, it's not a pistol
Number one spot, I'm too official
Name ringin' bells like school dismissal
But I know you remember, I know you remember
I know you see me 'cause everyone does
I kept it light on my last shit, okay, let's see what a heavy one does
Know they don't love me unless we in touch, that coulda been us
I was gon' take you up outta that lil'
Bitty town, but you just wasn't ready enough
And I'm gettin' fetti on fetti on, fetti on fetti on, fetti on fetti, what's up?
She got a mani' and pedi'
But still bein' petty, like, "How did I fuck this one up?"
Came a long way from Confetti, my pen a machete
The book bag is Louis, it used to be Eddie
I whip it, Andretti, I'm G-in' like Seddy
I look in they eyes and I know they ain't ready
'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know
Hang at the places I used to go
Drivin' G-Wagen with Louis V bags
Mm, you must be used to those
I got a shot, it's not a pistol
Number one spot, I'm too official
Name ringin' bells like school dismissal
But I know you remember, I know you remember
Writer(s): Nickie Jon Pabon, Angel Lopez, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Luiz Floriano Bonfa, Clay Harlow, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Ryan Vojtesak, Tahj Morgan, Michael F. Hernandez, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Walter Andre E. De Backer, Jasper Lee Harris, Tobias Wincorn, Frankie Bash
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