Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Carlton Mays Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Cudi
Producer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
William J. Sullivan
Recording Engineer
Iain Findlay
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jean-Baptiste
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
[Verse 1]
Out in the mix, pull up in a white Benz
Here again for the flex, my man
I'ma get it in till the end, my friend
Gotta watch, in time, how I reign, my man
Livin' this life full of sin
Pray to the Lord, then I'm out the door, win, my man
This tree got me feelin' like a semi
Work hard, double for the penny, just so I can get it
Fuck 'em all, that's me and my camp gettin' busy, busy
Go, do you see 'em?
Wanna be 'em, tryna see 'em, and he weeded
And some girls that lick it, lick it, lick it, then I hit it, hit it
Want more
Never seen a **** so dope, iced-out rope
Wizard on the ride, ride
Baby, slip and slide, slide
[PreChorus]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
[Chorus]
Runnin' from the law, runnin' from the law
They creepin', creepin'
Gotta keep it low, gotta keep it low
Survivin', thrivin'
Runnin' from the law, runnin' from the law
They creepin', creepin'
Gotta keep it low, gotta keep it low
Survivin', thrivin'
[Chorus]
****, do you know? Do ya?
Do you know? Do you know, ****?
Fuck ya, fuck ya if you don't
Do you know? Do you know, ****?
[Verse 2]
Roll when it count, though, I move like a ghost
Sayin', "Cudi, Cudi, Cudi" from the west to the east
Gave the youth what they prayin' for they need
While a **** stomp, stomp, and I gambled on me, get stacks
We locked in, believe baby boy 'bout to heat up
That boy, he a rager, ah, all on eyes on me
Heat bump, move with the hip
Come on, won't you move to the groove to the heat, indeed?
Are you ready for the trip? All my **** 'bout to eat
Even most, they might sleep, but they women let me beat, too clean
This heater, this bass that make them jump and get back
The realla, top gorilla, none iller
Get the fuck up
[PreChorus]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
[Chorus]
Runnin' from the law, runnin' from the law
They creepin', creepin'
Gotta keep it low, gotta keep it low
Survivin', thrivin'
Runnin' from the law, runnin' from the law
They creepin', creepin'
Gotta keep it low, gotta keep it low
Survivin', thrivin'
[Chorus]
****, do you know? Do ya?
Do you know? Do you know, ****?
Fuck ya, fuck ya if you don't
Do you know? Do you know, ****?
Written by: Carlton Mays, Carlton Mays Jr., Scott Mescudi