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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
Vocals
Dez Wright
Programming
ProdbyHoops
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Songwriter
Henri Velasco
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al'Geno
Mixing Engineer
Dez Wright
Producer
ProdbyHoops
Producer
Lyrics
Went from a Rolex to an AP
They said I skipped Patek Philippe
I got on cuban link chokers
It's like diamonds when a nigga breathe
Interrogated, I don't know nothin'
My charges are controlled substances
Pull up, Hellcat, I still be tryna talk to God
I run with aliens, can't wait to buy 'em Audemars
Outfit ten thousand, dog, I'm lookin' like I'm swipin' cards
Lambo, tinted
Rolls-Royce, rented
Backpack, Fendi
Hundred thousand in it
I'm hurt, but winnin'
Yeah, yeah, I'm hurt, but winnin
When she get high like candles, she just blow me, and I put her out
In the hills, reminiscin' 'bout the shit that I can't forget about
Had to find my way in, a nigga rock Louis Vuitton
A nigga go through a lot, I'm still surprised that we holdin' on
Load up them glocks, and we go hunt for them niggas
Now his shirt look like ketchup
Go down, you try to check us
Walkin' with my chest up, yeah
Ride through my hood, I made it out here first
I see the J's through my lens, it hurt
Me and L, we was just like Wayne and Turk
Like me and L just like Wayne and Turk
Writer(s): Dylan Cleary Krell, Kobe Crawford, Henri Velasco
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