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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Vocals
SoFaygo
Vocals
Peter Jideonwo
Programming
Starboy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anton Mendo
Composer
Andre Burt Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Peter Jideonwo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Jideonwo
Executive Producer
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Starboy
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm too far gone
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5, yeah
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings, teach 'em all how to fly, yeah
You **** square, divide 'em by pi
[Verse 3]
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie, woo
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe, woo
[Verse 4]
I been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be balling like Kobe
Riding down the 101 not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody
You **** be hating, Mr. Moseby (Mr. Moseby ass ****)
Stacking it up, on lowkey
Stay stacking up, racking up, triple OG
Stressed, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies
[Verse 5]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5, yeah
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings, teach 'em all how to fly, yeah
You **** square, divide 'em by pi
[Verse 6]
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie, woo
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe, woo
[Verse 7]
(Go, yeah)
Light that shit up (Go!)
Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe that shit up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Them **** hating my swag, them **** so bitter (Yeah)
I thought I told them lil' **** I'm hard hitta (Taking that shit to the heart)
Yeah, I thought I told you lil' **** I'm gon' get up (Tell them lil' **** I'm god)
Pressure don't matter, like how could you fold, ****? (How could you bitch? Oh my god)
How could you let that hate sit in your soul, ****? (How could it sit in your soul?)
Yeah, shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (Oh my god, how did you know? Whoa)
[Verse 8]
Y'all **** stepping on toes (Go)
Handle that shit like you grown
Doing this shit on my 'lone
Aye, I got that bag on my own (Whoa)
Fuck it, I'm in the zone
Gon' say **** I'm God
Hop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone
[Verse 9]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5, yeah
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings, teach 'em all how to fly, yeah
You **** square, divide 'em by pi
[Verse 10]
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie, woo
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe, woo
Written by: Andre Dontrel Burt Jr., Anton Martín Mendo, Michael Lamar White II