Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Groove
Groove
Producer
Nice Rec
Nice Rec
Producer
Elton Chueng
Elton Chueng
Assistant Recording Engineer
MixedbyAli
MixedbyAli
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Dep
Dep
Mastering Engineer
Jeff “Jeff On The Boards” Thompson
Recording Engineer
Pheolix
Pheolix
Producer

Lyrics

Dear Grandma, we made Coachella We still flew coach, but the culture feelin' the fella Uh, shit's stellar, grew back with another (uh-huh) That' my brother, mm, you woulda loved him Dear Grammie, we made it to the GRAMMYs Uh, took my daddy, good to see him happy, huh Black suit (ooh), gold tooth (mm) Gold shoes, that nigga so cool Did I say that I moved from the Chi'? (From the Chi') Took a plane to the Westside That's how them niggas talk, LA say, fuckin' wall I get way more done when I'm not 'round the drama I get way more commas, but I-, I miss my mama So I roll up the 'fronto Dear Nana, still addicted to na-na I-, I get in the water, drive-by shoot up the water (Pew, pew) we lost another (pew-pew), he a murderer (Pew, pew) you motherfucker (purr-purr), unlock the trunk-a Lil' niggas don't follow dreams, these niggas just follow tweeze Lil' nigga just follow me No nigga run in yo' backdoor, mask off, no Halloween No nigga that keep that pack coming straight from the Medellín Italian diamonds, they shinin' go bada-bling Bada-blaow, we always causing a scene Anything we turn into 'Tarantine Dear friend, it's different now Different back, different towel Different smoke that talk loud Different when we come 'round Make me no difference now Distance hit different, wow This shit hit different, wow Dear friend, dear friend (wow) Friend, friend, friend Met a lil' thang out in New Orleans Popped a lil' X, talked about her ex, whoa I don't like that, get straight to the sex, whoa Damn, damn, damn You shoulda seen how she did it with no hands, hands, hands Thought the country shit was funny, kept playin', playin', playin' And I was laughing right with her like heh, heh, heh (haha) That wasn't even the plan, plan, plan I was supposed to get up outta there, my plane at ten Dear friend, it's different now Different back, different towel Different smoke that talk loud Different when we come 'round Make me no difference now Distance hit different, wow This shit hit different, wow Dear friend, dear friend
Writer(s): Christopher Smith, Michael Neil, Benjamin Tolbert, Peter Mudge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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