Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Performer
Richie Beats
Richie Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David "D.C." Castro
David "D.C." Castro
Mastering Engineer
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Mixing Engineer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Richie Beats
Richie Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Look, you know how the paigon chit-chat goes
I like Rs and Vs and Os
I don't really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Chubbs through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose
Just like that one time at 'Chella
Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones
[Verse 1]
Stay in big six-six with woes
Man start dissin' and doin' reposts
They do anything except roads
Still can't see them after it snows
I don't have time for the wasteman jokes
Personal ting if I'm gettin' up close
Loyal to O 'cause I've taken a oath
Versace hotel and I'm taken the robes
Seen 'em in person, I'm seein' a ghost
They told me relax 'cause they takin' control
Take all that shit up with P and his bro
I wish you the best, let me know how it goes
Wanna be free and I wanna let go
We came around and you showed us the most
I know so much shit that I cannot expose
I keep it inside and I laugh on my own
Got all the tea and I'm hottin' it up
I need a shade mansion, a room's not enough
You're droppin' some shit but that shit was a bust
They got no direction, they followin' us
I come from a city that they never touch
Your man is a goofy and he could get rushed
I can't name a rapper or girl that I trust
I dream about turnin' these youths into dust
[Bridge]
Aye, aye, aye
[Chorus]
Yeah, you know how the pagan chit-chat goes
I like Rs and Vs and Os
I don't really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Roxx through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose
Just like that one time at Nobu
Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones
[Verse 2]
Think you know me, that's not true
We got ties in West End too
She came over and she got slew
Throwin' up six like man have flu
I got way too big off Views
Back to the basics, I won't lose
They wanna link when they got no tunes
They too worried about sellin' out shoes
I don't give a fuck 'bout jeans and crap or
Going to Milan or going to the Met
I just wanna make these songs for the set
I just wanna load and let that wet
I got so much tings in the stash
Fold up anyone done that clash
Got no sense like Jizzle and shh
Big and bad like leader, shh
Can't do love 'cause they get too attached
Phone get broke and whip get scratched
I'ma just take my knots in cash
They can never tie me down, that's facts
All that bark but we know he's a cat
I don't really like going tit for tat
I'ma just come like tat-tat-tat
I'ma just end that there, that's that
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Richard Alphanso Brooks
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out