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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Internet Money
Internet Money
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Showtime
DJ Showtime
Songwriter
Nash
Nash
Composer
Alex Bethune
Alex Bethune
Songwriter
Bill Kahan Kapri
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter
Charles Reese
Charles Reese
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
Donny Flores
Donny Flores
Songwriter
Elias Latrou
Elias Latrou
Songwriter
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Songwriter
Nicholas Mira
Nicholas Mira
Songwriter
Roderick Moore Jr.
Roderick Moore Jr.
Songwriter
Cody Rounds
Cody Rounds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Showtime
DJ Showtime
Producer
Cxdy
Cxdy
Producer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Producer
Etrou
Etrou
Producer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Census
Census
Mixing Engineer
Nash
Nash
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I can tell you what I've done been through (Been through)
Now I done made my way back in the coupe
I ain't tryna make it back in the news
I remember when the water bill was due
So fucked up, I'm sippin' water with the juice
In the trenches, I was taught to kill and shoot
I just want a lot of water on my wrist, in the coupe
Banana clips, I got a .40 on my hip, came with the zoo
I was taught to get the money, so I started skippin' school
[Verse 1]
Took losses in my trenches, I can't cry no more
All this pain inside my body, I can't hide no more (Uh, uh)
Fucked up in my mind, a **** been poppin' Percocets
I've been sippin' on this syrup, I ain't tryna hurt or stress
A lot of people pull me a lot of ways
Why you runnin' after my dollars, bae?
Wanna hop inside the rocket, away
Tryna get these people out of my face
You ain't even tryna know me, you just want my bag, lil' ****
I grew up in the trenches, with gorillas
**** know that I'm really from the ghetto
I told shorty "Get off me", she tried to cross me
Told that bitch she lost me, lot of these **** be salty
[Chorus]
I can tell you what I've done been through (Been through)
Now I done made my way back in the coupe
I ain't tryna make it back in the news
I remember when the water bill was due
So fucked up, I'm sippin' water with the juice
In the trenches, I was taught to kill and shoot
I just want a lot of water on my wrist, in the coupe
Banana clips, I got a .40 on my hip, came with the zoo
I was taught to get the money, so I started skippin' school
[Verse 2]
Every Halloween, me and my zombies leave blood on the floor
I'm the zombie on Earth, I'm a 'zo, I be on overseas hoes
They never know what they worth, I left a ghost on they curb
In the projects, I'm Malcolm X, I'm froze
Keep a few shooters at my shows, some with me, some out the door
Back, pour a face in the Rolls, stay outside, and I ride with big old five, aye
Just in case we gotta blow somethin' up, then slide in
Stay off the radar, but I'm on they grind
They found him later and marked it suicide
I'm robbin' these out of town ****, one thing, for sure
If they don't die, they leavin' Miami dead broke
[Chorus]
I can tell you what I've done been through (Been through)
Now I done made my way back in the coupe
I ain't tryna make it back in the news
I remember when the water bill was due
So fucked up, I'm sippin' water with the juice
In the trenches, I was taught to kill and shoot
I just want a lot of water on my wrist, in the coupe
Banana clips, I got a .40 on my hip, came with the zoo
I was taught to get the money, so I started skippin' school
Written by: Alex Bethune, Bill Kahan Kapri, Charles Reese, Cody Rounds, Cxdy, DJ Showtime, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., Derek Garcia, Donny Flores, Dyryk, Elias Latrou, Etrou, Nash, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Nicholas Mira, Nick Mira, Roderick Moore Jr.
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