Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
TAYTAYMADEIT
Programming
Vintage Rippah
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elliot Guillory
Composer
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Tavian Carter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TAYTAYMADEIT
Producer
Vintage Rippah
Producer
Khris “XO” James
Recording Engineer
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Quick
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Hm, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
My whole life red
Bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want it, I pay
A young **** hungry, they take off your head
Stylin' my stylist, she bringin' it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we're workin' together
Reach for the water, we surfin' together
Neck full of water, young **** propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these **** (flyer than all y'all)
Yeah, you're not alone, yeah, you're not alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, oh, baby
Up the TEC, I can't lose it, I stay groovy
And I make music, watch me do it
I see you like to move it
Come on, bae, let me see you get to it
I'm a fool, they say that I'm foolish
From a hood up inside Baton Rouge
Put a **** inside of the bull pit
He won't make it out, body left layin' out
I be thinkin' a lot of shit ruined
Steady be tryna figure my plan out
Got the money, they know I'm the man now
Know they human, I tell them to stand out
**** thought it was safe 'til we ran down
Brodie knock off your face, keep your hands down
While I pour the shit out, I'm drinkin' it sour
Two ounces drop in a 20 ounce
Told that girl she's mine forever
That girl, she was lost, not found
Told her, I could get her life together
Fuckin' up, I don't need you 'round (ooh)
Now I realize I lose if I lose you
Now I blues'd them clues
Ain't got to work out, I'm flexin' the, uh
Young ****, AI, you know I got moves
Drivin' it in and I'm layin' it up
I'm on the battlefield
Yeah, livin' life like Call Of Duty, for real
I'm holdin' a bag of pills, yeah
Got shawty inside of here shootin', for real
My whole life red
Bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want it, I pay
A young **** hungry, they take off your head
Stylin' my stylist, she bringin' it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we workin' together
Reach for the water, we surfin' together
Neck full of water, young **** propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these **** (flyer than all y'all)
You ain't alone, you ain't all alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, my baby
Written by: Elliot Guillory, Kentrell Gaulden, Tavian Dawson Carter