Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Braylen Rembert
Braylen Rembert
Songwriter
Christian M. Lonis
Christian M. Lonis
Songwriter
Jeremiah Thrasher
Jeremiah Thrasher
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Traevon Isaiah Walker
Traevon Isaiah Walker
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayo Bleu
Ayo Bleu
Producer
J-thrash
J-thrash
Producer
Xclusive
Xclusive
Producer
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Recording Engineer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Lonis
Lonis
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Xclusive made this)
Uh, yeah
(J Thrash on the track)
QRN, yeah
(Ayo Bleu)
Extendo pokin' out my jeans
Pull a kick door, all my **** JOG (JOG)
What you in for, baby, me or all this green? (All this green)
I been rich though, since 2017 (2017)
[Chorus]
One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (One hundred)
Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (Nah, nah, nah)
Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)
Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (Grr)
Every time it's on, we ridin' all night
If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (On sight)
Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (Broad day)
Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die (Oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 1]
Walk in rockin' red bottoms, see 'em on my feet, huh?
You know lil' shorty really wear Robin while hoppin' on that G5
Walked in Amiri, spend a couple thousand, wear that shit like Filas
Somewhere he slumped inside the project housings, we don't know how he died
[Verse 2]
I'm crunk
Two hundred twenty-five worth of syrup in the trunk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know we gon' let it fly, do it for who? I bet you don't
Murder on my mind all the time, I know
That this might get me time, I'm a slime heart though
[Chorus]
One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (One hundred)
Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (Nah, nah, nah)
Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)
Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (Grr)
Every time it's on, we ridin' all night
If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (On sight)
Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (Broad day)
Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die
[Verse 3]
Yeah
Quando watch tonight you see 'em
Bet I'm finna call Lul Timm
Pop on sight, above the rim
Bitch, I got the jewels and gems
[Verse 4]
I send 'em home
Met that bitch, don't call my phone
Gangster, gangster, I get down
Bitch, make me spank you, move around
Gunsmoke town, I'm toolied down
Fifteen slimes I roll around
[Verse 5]
Fifteen times, I wave around
Play, I'm tryna spray shit down
Inside that chopper, seventy rounds
Sixty-five in my .223
3860, QPac, YB
Stop this bitch, let's clear the street (Grrah)
[Chorus]
One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (One hundred)
Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (Nah, nah, nah)
Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)
Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (Grr)
Every time it's on, we ridin' all night
If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (On sight)
Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (Broad day)
Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die
Written by: Ayo Bleu, J Thrash On The Track, Louis (Producer), Quando Rondo, Xclusive, YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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