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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rowdy Rebel
Rowdy Rebel
Vocals
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Marshall
Chad Marshall
Songwriter
Jordan Hawkins
Jordan Hawkins
Songwriter
Julien Anderson
Julien Anderson
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Vladimir Dmitrievich Vasilev
Vladimir Dmitrievich Vasilev
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordanprodit
Jordanprodit
Producer
blazerfxme
blazerfxme
Producer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

You know what it is When you hear that That shit hot Haan Ayy, tell that nigga to spin the car back, real quick, man Holler at me Montana (Grrt the—) I'ma ask him a question, real quick (Baow, ayy) Should I walk with my gun today? (Hol' on) Let me think about it I put my gun on my motherfuckin' hip Knowin' damn well, I can't leave without it (Grrt, woo) 2022 masterpiece (Ayy, who said that?) I'm feelin' bad about it They say, "Rowdy back up in his bag" (What you been doin'?) They know I ain't cominotic (Bah, bah, bah) I made the bro hit the club first (Ayy, bro, spin) I'm tryna see if it's chill I made the plug eat the Perc' first (Nigga, for what?) I'm tryna see if it's real (Okay) She gotta shake on her ass and titties (Bitch, shake that shit) Used to go pay her in bills We got the drop on the opps, but the cops on the block Shit, we gon' lay on 'em still (Skrrt) I can't go, I'm the man of my city (In my city) So my Audemar came with a Glizzy (Grrah) Don't reach for my bag, that shit got my setchi (Not my setchi) This Louis Vuitton scarf got me itchy (Got me itchy) Got a million dollars worth of jewels (And diamonds) Can't swim, but I got a pool (I'm a diamond) I can turn one into a two (No reclinin') And I can turn two into a four (I ain't lyin') I took my Air Max's to Diors' (Diors') We had an air mattress on the floor (On the floor) We had thirty chops up on the pole (Baow, baow) Turn her whole friends into a cart (To a cart) Came a long way from bein' poor (Bein' poor) Came a long way from bein' broke (Bein' broke) Came a long way from bein' lost (Bein' lost) And all of a sudden, niggas call me the G.O.A.T. (Ayy) Should I walk with my gun today? (Hol' on) Let me think about it I put my gun on my motherfuckin' hip Knowin' damn well, I can't leave without it (Grrt) 2022 masterpiece (Ayy, who said that?) I'm feelin' bad about it They say, "Rowdy back up in his bag" (What you been doin'?) They know I ain't cominotic I made the bro hit the club first (Ayy, bro, spin) I'm tryna see if it's chill I made the plug eat the Perc' first (Nigga, for what?) I'm tryna see if it's real (Okay) She gotta shake on her ass and titties (Bitch, shake that shit) Used to go pay her in bills We got the drop on the opps, but the cops on the block (Montana) Shit, we gon' lay on 'em still (Ayy, ayy, ayy) My heart be racin' like Houssein (Baow) Mixin' the Perc' and the addys My block be jumpin' like Ukraine (Go), hop out with twenty-one savages Smokin' that La, turn a new leaf (New leaf) Niggas fourteen days too weak (Too weak) She shakin' that titty, boy, 2 Chainz (2 Chainz) This that Bugatti, no Musane (Skrrt) They killed that boy, first day home (Baow) He told and that boy came back for 'em (Uh) Live in the fire, whippin' and scrapin' the pot Ready to live, but they ain't ready to ride Cheerful bodies, ride through the trenches with Rowdy I'm mixin' that lean with the molly Ain't tryna party, blow off your chest with the Shotty Frenchie a problem, haan (Bah, bah, bah, bah) Should I walk with my gun today? (Hol' on) Let me think about it I put my gun on my motherfuckin' hip Knowin' damn well, I can't leave without it (Grrt) 2022 masterpiece (Ayy, who said that?) I'm feelin' bad about it They say, "Rowdy back up in his bag" (What you been doin'?) They know I ain't cominotic I made the bro hit the club first (Ayy, bro, spin) I'm tryna see if it's chill I made the plug eat the Perc' first (Nigga, for what?) I'm tryna see if it's real (Okay) She gotta shake on her ass and titties (Bitch, shake that shit) Used to go pay her in bills We got the drop on the opps, but the cops on the block Shit, we gon' lay on 'em still (Skrrt)
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Jordan Hawkins, Julien Anderson, Chad Marshall, Vladimir Vasilev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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