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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Alexander Pitt
Composer
Symere Woods
Lyrics
Lyle Leduff
Composer
Donald E Cannon
Composer
Quincy Riley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyle Leduff
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Pitt The Kid
Producer
Benjamin Thomas
Recording Engineer
Don Cannon
Producer
Frank Holland
Assistant Engineer
Justin Batad
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa, huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr)
Yeah
[PreChorus]
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah
I know that your feelings gone
I know that your feelings gone
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
[Chorus]
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
[Verse 1]
I don't even know how I'm hated it (Yeah, yeah)
I was nervous, but I had patience (Yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest (Yeah)
I don't even know how I'm hated (What?)
Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby" (Yeah)
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 (Yeah, fuck 'em)
I know that you're all alone
[PreChorus]
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah
I know that your feelings gone
I know that your feelings gone
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
[Chorus]
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
[Verse 2]
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios (Yeah)
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (Aye)
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 (Yeah)
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)
Back up, shawty gave me brain, she got her master's (Yeah)
Pull up with ten whips like what's a Mazda?
Whips, 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)
[PreChorus]
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah
I know that your feelings gone
I know that your feelings gone
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
[Chorus]
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackies, my good looks, like fuck, I'm handsome (Whoa)
My money's so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fucking plans, son
Written by: Donald E Cannon, Lyle Leduff, Martin Alexander Pitt, Quincy Riley, Symere Woods