Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Wheezy outta here)
These nigga lame than a motherfucker
Free my thug, my nigga, Wheezy, more Wheezy
What it is?
Uh, uh, uh
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr)
Y'all niggas ain't catchin' up with me, all this talk (talk)
Plan on ridin' my wave? We gon' load up with Ks (bap)
And, my youngins tsunami the block (woo)
Got a VVS stone on all of my kids
Then somethin' just told me, "Stop" (yeah)
Just say, "Top, don't stop" (uh-uh)
I got them hundreds fallin' off the edge
Grab on her wig, I'm pullin' off her edges (bitch, yeah)
I went bought new image straight out the dentist
I can't stop the reppin', keep the dead in my mentions
We don't talk, detectives tryna hand us a sentence
I got sonic jets to get me from the Magnolia
Makin' sure they hear me clear all through your city (yeah)
Play with her cat, she fuck up inside my Bentley (hold up, wow, wow)
Play with that sack, got to run it through that, and I get it (wow, wow)
We 'bout to come for the high, ten million
We slimin', we grimin', we come up from robbin'
And every lil' thing that I said, bitch, I meant (I meant)
No understandin' with half my women
She know I'm a boss, and I cut her right off (uh)
Startin' shit at the house with half of my bitches, she trippin' (uh, uh)
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr)
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr)
Cannot do no clonin' me, move to astonishment
Since I'm holdin' the trenches, fuck it
I got the economy movin' on side of me
'Cause they know that I got 'em and thuggin'
I was breakin' and enterin', me and my cousin
Now, I got the remedy, chemistry
They thought that they knew I'd fumble (they thought)
Put the bitch in the whole, do no clubbin'
Burnin' off rubber in winter to summer
Workin' on something, I'm winnin' this summer (skrrt, skrrt)
See the print on my hip, that-that blick, play wit' Llama
We kill you, what they gon' run say to your mama
Can't tell 'em one thing, we might spray up your funeral
I don't like to get even, I'm really a general
Don't send me on beats, I'm not spittin' on nothin'
Fuck with my niggas, Wheezy, more Wheezy (Wheezy outta here)
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Go about that, yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr)
Wheezy, more Wheezy
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Kentrell Desean Gaulden
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