Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SZA
Vocals
Travis Scott
Vocals
Alessandro Buccellati
Keyboards
Rob Bisel
Keyboards
Aire Atlantica
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alessandro Buccellati
Songwriter
Rob Bisel
Songwriter
Joseph Pincus
Songwriter
Jocelyn A. Donald
Songwriter
Rashad Johnson
Songwriter
Fabian Rashad Johnson
Songwriter
Solána Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alessandro Buccellati
Producer
Rob Bisel
Producer
Aire Atlantica
Producer
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Mixing Engineer
Robert N. Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Josh Deguzman
Engineer
Lyrics
Tell 'em to shoot
I'm out the loop, I'm outta range
Oh-yeah, I stay out the way-ay-ay!
Got another side of me, I like to get it poppin'
But these bitches in my business got me outchea choosin' violence
If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent
In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet
Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest
Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody knows shit
I need you to get the fuck out of my space (yeah)
Replacement's on the way, please don't play
That pussy's feelin' like a great escape (oh, oh)
Don't need no trick, old dogs don't change
I'm fuckin', I ain't makin' love no more (pussy)
You got a new bitch, what the fuck you cryin' for?
I'm movin' selfish, callin' all my favorite hoes
You know how to reach me every time and it plays in your mind
With a rush that feels like, we committin' a crime
You know where you belong, I'm gon' save you a spot
But we can't be outside 'cause the block is too hot
And I'm all on your mind
Wherever you are, don't call me! (Let's go)
Got another side of me, I like to get it poppin' (alright)
But these bitches in my business got me outchea choosin' violence (yeah, yeah)
If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent (okay)
In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet
Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest
Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody knows shit (let's–)
Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest
Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit (yeah-yeah)
I need total confidential private shit (yeah)
Don't want no one thinkin' I'm a groupie (it's lit)
Time zones change, now we on a first-class trip (straight up)
Don't work my nerves, you know I get moody
We fuckin', we ain't makin' love no more
You talk that talk, but it don't match it with some stroke
Wherever you are
Whatever you need
Don't call me
Don't call me!
Got another side of me, I like to get it poppin'
But these bitches in my business got me outchea choosin' violence (alright)
If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent
In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet
Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest
Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit
Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest
Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody knows shit (let's–)
Fuck you, real shit
I wasn't even on, fuck you
But you tryna make me look stupid
I'll slap the dog shit out of you, stop playin' with you
Writer(s): Jocelyn Donald, Solana I. Rowe, Joseph Pincus, Robert Clark Bisel, Alessandro Buccellati, Rashad Johnson
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