Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Damil Coste
Damil Coste
Songwriter
Eeti Jedi Justus Erätuli
Eeti Jedi Justus Erätuli
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Jengis Rahmanoski
Jengis Rahmanoski
Songwriter
Joseph Zoumboulias
Joseph Zoumboulias
Songwriter
Matthew Spatola
Matthew Spatola
Songwriter
Shaun Thomas
Shaun Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Spatola
Matthew Spatola
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brendan Duffy
Brendan Duffy
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Mixing Engineer
Chuck Taylor
Chuck Taylor
Producer
DLo On The Beat
DLo On The Beat
Producer
JoeFromYO
JoeFromYO
Producer
Off & Out
Off & Out
Producer
S.Dot
S.Dot
Producer
Evertime
Evertime
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can't even picture being Pop again
Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah not again
From New York but I'm never rockin' Timbs
She caught me fuckin' with her friend and after that we never spoke again
[Verse 2]
Last time we fucked
I wish I woulda knew that it would be the last time
Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
Forgot to tell you I was high, but I want you really bad right
Any time you said I give you bad vibes
I would give you back shots
Then it's over for you, then we crash, baby
You the one who told me I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it 50/50 like the last slice
[Verse 3]
It's okay if they jealous, we got double-R umbrellas
In a Lamborghini, don't know if it's Urus or it's yours
Bitches only want Margiela's
They just don't know how to tell us
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But it's tricky, so I got it on me
Two .22s in my shoes like I'm Biggie
Got the shotty on my lap, where the fuck is Ricky goin'?
Big body Bentley
Rollin' ass and titties
And Mike Amiri shit be on me
**** in my city know that
Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley
By the way, before I pulled up to the gym, I had the Jimmy
Police tryna get me I'm like "so what if I'm grippied up"
Lil' broski ain't a killer, they ask why I call him Killy
No SIM card on my phone, keep a semi-automatic
Me, I'd rather get caught with it than without it
**** mad at me and I know that it's my fault
But I can't help it if she's bad-bad
Mad baddies around me, we on everything
And honestly, I only pick you up because you pretty
And I'm picky let you pick out VVS's if you--
Baby girl
Don't wait for it, love me now
Now I got 21 questions for ya
[Verse 4]
Last time we fucked
Why couldn't you just say it was the last time
Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
Forgot to tell you I was high, but I want you really bad right
Any time you say I give you bad vibes
I would give you back shots
Then it's over for you, then we'd crash, baby
You the one that told me I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it 50/50 like the last slice
[Verse 5]
Been around the world, and these hoes don't mean nothing to me
Fuck like I love her, when I'm done, this is fun to me
Real street ****, she just love I got a gun with me
Only way I love when I'm bussin' and she come with me
Last time, I seen her she told me she done with me
Fighting Fed cases, she ain't gon' go on the run with me
Going back and forth, bitch, you trynna match your tongue with me
All I want it love, bitch, you know I got my son with me
And I got the chop' with me, when I got my son with me
Facin' all this trauma, why you fucked me if you done with me
How you bitchin' on the Gram if you miss me
I be feelin' like you starin' when you kiss me
All these bitches on my dick they just list me
I don't kick it with them hoes cause it's risky
A lot of bitches I be knowin' wanna get me
I be ridin' with my pole plus a 50
[Verse 6]
Last time we fucked
I wish I would've known it was the last time
Girl, I would've fucked you like I had time
Last time, you was actin' mad shy
Forgot to tell you I was high, but I want you really bad right
Any time you said I give you bad vibes
I would give you back shots
Then it's over for you we'd crash, baby
You the one that told me I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it 50/50 like the last slice
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Damil Coste, Eeti Jedi Justus Erätuli, Herbert R Wright, Jengis Rahmanoski, Joseph Zoumboulias, Matthew Spatola, Mikael Haataja, Samuel Haataja, Shaun Thomas
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