Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Folkes
Isaiah Folkes
Songwriter
Kevin Varol
Kevin Varol
Songwriter
Traevon Walker
Traevon Walker
Songwriter
Tril Wil
Tril Wil
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
Mixing Engineer
FxLKES
FxLKES
Producer
Xclusive
Xclusive
Producer
Isaiah Folkes
Isaiah Folkes
Producer
prod lovesick
prod lovesick
Producer

Lyrics

QRN And now I'm in the studio with my nigga Cxb, he turned the P's up (Love makes me sick) 3000PM on the Hellcat, I'ma stomp it off Them project houses, I ain't see 'em when I lost my bro Youngin wildin, youngin never had a million dollars But he can show you how to run down, empty out that Glock My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses I know this s- here in the game, watch out for triple crosses You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless I swear my faith goin' no way Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie Yellow tape broad day, we be on that Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat My nigga died, to get him back, I be hopin' It's hard to go sleep at night because I seen him bust open Like, come and join the rough riders Every time we ride, we be rollin' Know life is all 'bout survival, every time we slide, we be totin' I feel the pain from my mans, I been really with him Lowkey, I be steady switchin' lanes, five percent the window Ridin' 'round with that flame, rubber bands We gon' make 'em hit 'em I done made a whole hundred grand, came up from a nickel She can't come around and be my bae 'less she f- my niggas Monkey in the middle, take this pack and throw it to the prison Started from the bottom like I'm Drake, now I got a million All I read is make a call or make a say Uncle, vacuum seal 'em (let's go) My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses I know this s- here in the game, watch out for triple crosses You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more My diamonds flawless I swear my faith goin' no way Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie Yellow tape broad day, we be on that Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat Facts, we gon' trap 'em all out a bando Extension clip inside the MAC'll leave a crack in his window For my lil dog 'cross the tracks, who wear a mask and he kick doors Just tryna run up some racks, so he can move all his kinfolk I tried so hard, but I just can't quit them double cups Crip be sellin' hard on 38, tryna double up Life behind them bars, murder case on another level I been goin' hard, tryna get paid on another level New two-car garage, park the Wraith on the yard My uncle, he caught life in the state, broke my heart Skated on them high-speed chase in the car I done earned my stripes, jumpin' gates, playin' cards (let's go) My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses I know this s- here in the game, watch out for triple crosses You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless I swear my faith goin' no way Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie Yellow tape broad day, we be on that Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Traevon Walker, Kevin Varol, William Dobard, Isaiah Folkes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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