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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Songwriter
Carl Dorismond
Carl Dorismond
Songwriter
Brandon Sully
Brandon Sully
Songwriter
Andrea Fragalà
Andrea Fragalà
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fritzthaproducer
Fritzthaproducer
Producer
Riddle
Riddle
Producer
Brendan "Non Native" Walsh
Brendan "Non Native" Walsh
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Ls Da Producer
Ls Da Producer
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Fritz, how you do that?)
Yeah
What's up my lil' ****?
Y'all **** is dumb, ****
Why would I listen to y'all dumbass ****? (Why would I, ****?)
It's money time (Money time, ****)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, look, I been through the most (I been through the most)
Why would I trip over internet posts? (Why would I?)
Yeah, look (Yeah)
Why would I stop when I'm in that Ghost? (Why would I? Skrrt)
Yeah, huh, why would I let **** get too close? (Why would I?, yeah, why would I?)
Yeah, look, huh, why would I not let this shit blow? (Grrt, baow)
[Verse 1]
They movin' Wocky, now I'm in my mode
You can see the gun is on me through the clothes
Boy, I got that demon in me and it shows
I don't give a fuck who a **** know
I don't give a fuck who a **** with (Who a **** with)
****, it's lit, you come in the spot tonight, you hit
You catchin' stomach shots off the rip
I give my shooter a gift, I give my daughter a kiss, yeah, yeah
I ain't been to stores in a minute, ****, I just ordered a fit, yeah, yeah
We still drill 'em for the sport of this shit
We lost ****, we ain't callin' it quits
I ain't fightin', why you ballin' your fist?
I'm just shootin' **** all in they shit (Baow)
You gotta pay attention to the patterns (Uh)
None of these **** is savage (Nah)
None of these **** pop out to my shows and I'm always postin' up the address (I do)
Fivio Foreign is always outside and I never seen **** in traffic (I don't)
All **** do is go live on the internet, lyin' and chuckin', and cappin' (Baow)
They say they gon' do me, but nothin' don't happen
I be just sittin' there lookin' and laughin'
I'm keepin' a positive image 'cause **** is goin' to jail for drillin' and rappin' (Yeah)
If I was them and they was me, then I would've clapped 'em (I would've clapped 'em, pussy)
But you be you (Pussy), and I don't put scary **** in no captions (Yeah, look, baow)
[Chorus]
Yeah, look, I been through the most (I been through the most)
Why would I trip over internet posts? (Why would I? I won't)
Yeah, look, why would I stop when I'm in that Ghost? (Why would I? Skrrt)
Yeah, huh, why would I let **** get too close? (Why would I?, yeah, why would I?)
Yeah, look, huh, why would I not let this shit blow? (Grrt, baow)
Written by: Andrea Fragalà, Brandon Sully, Carl Dorismond, Fivio Foreign
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