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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Alexey Grachev
Songwriter
Brady Tremblay
Songwriter
Matvei Shalnev
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sharkboy
Producer
Synthetic
Producer
xbrvdy
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
OMGZANOZA
Producer
Lyrics
(Why they stop and stare, huh? 'Cause they know I'm famous)
(We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrance)
Huh, I'm a fly soldier, I'm a fly troop
Uh, I'm a king high, I'm on king moon
(Phew) we on X too (yeah)
Huh, come for necks too (yeah, crazy)
Come outside, yeah, with a gun, and we get you, shoot
Pop outside, send a parachute (yeah, crazy)
I'm a God compared to you (bih, already said, whoo)
You a lil' ass shrimp (bih, on my side), I'm a barracuda (whoo, okay)
It's embarrassin' comparison (bih, on my side, whoo)
Uh (bih), I could barely stand, I could barely sit
(Scary) when you pop outside, don't it get scary?
When you clear up old lies (phew, it's said), don't it get scary?
Holdin' up the weight on your shoulder, you can't carry (whoo)
Yeah, we call you six feet, 'cause we get you buried (whoo-ooh)
Everybody be on the same shit
Every time I fuck up somethin' else, I make the lane switch
Every time (err) I do some for myself, I make the payments
Every time (phew) I do some for myself, this shit get dangerous
I could tell you normal life ain't comin', 'cause shit get dangerous-ous
I could smell your bullshit over here, like I work at fragrance
Why they stop and stare, huh? 'Cause they know I'm famous
We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrance
('Cause they know I'm famous)
(Uh, play no flagrance)
Huh, I'm a fly soldier, I'm a fly troop
Uh, I'm a king high, I'm on king moon
(Phew) we on X too (yeah)
Huh, come for necks too (yeah, crazy)
Come outside, yeah, with a gun, and we get you, shoot
Pop outside, send a parachute (yeah, crazy)
I'm a God compared to you (bih, already said, whoo)
You a lil' ass shrimp (bih, on my side), I'm a barracuda (whoo, okay)
It's embarrassin' comparison (bih, on my side, whoo)
Uh (bih), I could barely stand, I could barely sit
(Scary) when you pop outside, don't it get scary?
When you clear up old lies (phew, it's said), don't it get scary?
Holdin' up the weight on your shoulder, you can't carry (whoo)
Yeah, we call you six feet, 'cause we get you buried (whoo-ooh)
Everybody be on the same shit
Every time I fuck up somethin' else, I make the lane switch
Every time (err) I do some for myself, I make the payments
Every time (phew) I do some for myself, this shit get dangerous
I could tell you normal life ain't comin', 'cause shit get dangerous-ous
I could smell your bullshit over here, like I work at fragrance
Why they stop and stare, huh? 'Cause they know I'm famous
We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrance
(Play no flagrance, play no flagrance, play no flagrance, play no flagrance, play no fla-)
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Noah Smith, Matvey Shalnev, Alexey Grachev, Brady Tremblay
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