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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Alexander Pitt
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Lyle Leduff
Songwriter
Cannon
Songwriter
Donald E Cannon
Songwriter
Quincy Riley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyle Leduff
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Cannon
Producer
Pitt The Kid
Producer
Benjamin Thomas
Recording Engineer
Don Cannon
Producer
Frank Holland
Assistant Engineer
Justin Batad
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, brr)
Yeah-eh
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
I don't even know how I made it
I was nervous, but I had patience
I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest
I don't even know how I made it
Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby"
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood)
I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good)
I know I'm misunderstood (yah, fuck 'em)
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (ayy)
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white, so there's no burial (Lil Uzi)
Now, back up
Shawty gave me brain (what?) She got her master's (yeah)
Pull up with ten whips (whips), like, what's a Mazda? (Yeah)
My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (whoa)
I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (none)
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone)
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this)
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah)
Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)
Writer(s): Lyle Leduff, Don Cannon, Martin Pitt, Symere Woods, Quincey Riley
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