Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Dean Maola
Dean Maola
Songwriter
Johann Deterville
Johann Deterville
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter

Lyrics

How you gon' tell me that it's real when it's fake? Don't you tell me what it is if it ain't, n****s Ugh, 'cause I been in and out the bank Nowadays, I don't even wanna talk if it ain't money conversations 'Cause I been countin' up, don't ask me how I been Makin' plays like I'm Jason, but I don't kid I could never tell you what I did 'Cause it is what it is if it is what it is and it is With the fingers, yeah (Woo), I never was the type Back then, all a n****s knew was swipe Little n****s, like a fox with the swipers Gotta stay away, stay away from the mice, yeah Flyest in the room, that's a fact Keep a stick like a witch, but it's not a damn broom, huh? I know everybody's not a goon All she needed was some hookah and some 1942, huh? I swear, 'cause I never was the type (Yeah) If it's in the dark, I'm never turnin' on the light, uh Rest in peace, you, ain't even wanna lose Yeah, word to motherf*****, if I see his killer, I'ma boom him I'm goin' in with my gang, yeah, my bros We go way in like Shawn, Marlon, and Damon (Yeah) Montana and I hold like I came in (Yeah) Talk lingo, not a dirty conversation It's different nowadays, I'm not a gangster, I changed V12, yeah, and that hoe like a slave Word to mother, n****s better not play with him, he dangerous (Yeah) Word to Beasty, believe me, he anxious Look, lately, I been hearin' all these motherfuckin' rumors N****s out here steady switchin' sides, it's confusin' Laces hangin' off the floor, I never tie my shoes Every day, I'm puttin' on a different outfit with a new Which one should I wear with these, the nine or the Ruger? Bubba told me n****s gon' be jealous when you're too lit That's why every single club, I had to sneak the tool in (Woo) Always hang around a bunch of fuckin' criminals They don't wanna see me win, they wanna see me lose Couldn't even fit 'em, used to wear my brother's shoes, damn She forgot how to walk, she ran through the crew, yeah I already know her name, don't gotta introduce her How you gon' tell me that it's real when it's fake? Don't you tell me what it is if it ain't, n****s Ugh, cause I been in and out the bank Nowadays, I don't even wanna talk if it ain't money conversations I been countin' up, don't ask me how I been Sendin' plays in like I'm Jason, but I never kid I could never tell you what I did If we slid, then we slid God forbid, hide the kids Huh? It's just another pill ('Nother pill) I been goin' through it, I been goin' through these phases (Phases) Huh? They ain't never real (Never real) N****s, if it's really litty, just send me your location But you ain't really real right (Real right) Huh? n****s ain't in the field, right? Huh? If you see that n****s in real life, n****s, boom him Flyest in the room, that's a fact, ain't no assumin' Higher than a bitch, I be walkin' on the moon, yeah You don't want no smoke, don't get popped, shake the room up You know all my lil' n****s pulled up with the Ruger Too much VVSs, catch the flu, catch pneumonia I ain't never got my chain snatched, stop the rumors Everywhere I go, my hoodie up like I'm Flyest in the room, that's a fact, ain't no assumin' How you gon' tell me that it's real when it's fake? Don't you tell me what it is if it ain't, n****s Ugh, 'cause I been in and out the bank Nowadays, I don't even wanna talk if it ain't money conversations
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