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Description
Producer: YoungFyre
Producer: OmArr
Engineer: James Rim
Recording Second Engineer: Thomas Cullison
Recording Second Engineer: Derrick Jenner
Recording Second Engineer: Josh Sellers
Recording Second Engineer: Ben Cole
Recording Second Engineer: Jon Sher
Recording Second Engineer: John Armstrong
Recording Second Engineer: Josh Harris
Recording Second Engineer: Elodie Filleul
Recording Second Engineer: Hector Delgado
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Stan Greene
Mixing Second Engineer: Brian Goddard
Recording Second Engineer: Calvin Bailiff
A& R: Krystian Santini
Composer Lyricist: Jaden Smith
Composer Lyricist: Tremaine Winfrey
Composer Lyricist: Omarr Rambert
Composer Lyricist: Rakim Mayers
Composer Lyricist: Kuwanna Jasmine Moore
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.
Yang Gang -in this.
-They smokin' the gas now , eye don't call contact My iPhone a snatch now
I got new contacts Itchy, my eyes, I'ma scratch now Like I need new contacts Put my bros on that mack now We signin' new contracts Bro laid off the lean like, "Fuck do you mean?
" Take shit out of context There's blood on the leaf, leave when we leave A hit from the contracts Got more money than me, we takin' your vehicle Call it a car jack Don't let him misread you, he gon' deceive you Hit and don't call back
Holler my broads at Then where my dogs at?
These niggas floor flat What's with the wall slat? I done lost contact
Hit and don't call back The street a hundred and tenth, yeah
Like when LeBron back
Touch the gas and then I go Yeah, supermodel in my whip
Yeah, all these diamonds not for show No, oh, -Irish Sparta 'bout to blow, woah -When I pull up and it's all of the homies
Don't act like you know me, you playin' it close They claimin' it's rainin', well, that's what they told me I told 'em to show me, I'm ready to go You niggas baloney, when we get a check, it don't fold like bologna I thought you would know
Soundtrap is Spiderman, me and the homies said shout out to Sony I'm ready to go, shit, yeah Ready to go, I'm ready to go I put in my Vogue like my son and his doe
Keep the ten on my toes and my head on the road, shit
Look , I never panic, my head is a globe I swear for the tennis, I'm stressin' the strobe And they didn't know it, I'm lettin' 'em know, shit
They smokin' the gas now Eye don't call contact My iPhone a snatch now
I got new contacts Itchy, my eyes, I'ma scratch now Like I need new contacts Put my bros on that mack now We signin' new contracts Touch the gas and then I go
Yeah, supermodel in my whip Yeah, all these diamonds not for show No, oh,
Irish Sparta 'bout to blow, woah