More songs by YFN Lucci
More songs by 21 Savage
Description
All around, there is ice on the neck and dust on the roads, as if someone had painted success with small tears: lots of money, lots of tears, and even more empty car interiors that cannot hold everything that the past drags along with it. Burning lines about deals, lost friends, and funny habits - there is boasting, fatigue, and a small request for air that no one takes seriously. It all sounds like a diary after midnight, where victories are written in large letters and wounds in small print.
The rhythm is an immodest game: luxury that smells of chips and fire, and the code of the streets, where loyalty is measured not by words but by deeds. The irony here is warm, almost indulgent: when everything around you is shining brightly, it turns out that the most important thing is simply being able to breathe and know who is next to you, even if it costs a mountain of things.
Producer: Malik Ninety Five
Producer: Derrick Milano
Producer: Rushan West
Producer: 20K
Programmer: 20K
Programmer: Derrick Milano
A&R Administrator: Essence Carson
Executive Producer: G. “Fly” Henry
A&R: Justin “Teddy” Harris
Mixer, Recording: Keith Dawson
A&R Administrator: Lisa Smith Craig
Programmer: Malik Ninety Five
Programmer: Rushan West
Mastering: Travis Louis
Vocals: YFN Lucci
Writer: Rayshawn Bennett
Writer: Derrick Gray
Writer: Malik Sanders
Writer: Rushan West
Writer: Gaspar Manukiani
Writer: Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayy, ayy. Ayy, ayy. Ayy, ayy, ayy.
Ayy.
Look, my nigga pain ain't nil and live a fairytale.
I was sittin' up in my cell, I chose not to tell. I remember runnin' from twelve, now we in V12.
Thought I was surrounded by real, guess I ain't see well.
Guess I gotta say my farewell, I need some fresh air. Thought I could take everyone there, but it got us nowhere.
When I drop, I need to be felt. I never cared about how many we sell.
Ayy, Boom, tell 'em about the women we share.
They say more money, more problems, I say more money, more tears. When everything start fallin', that when it all gets clear.
But now that's all in the rear, my future brighter than the ice in my ear.
Ayy, tell 'em ain't nobody nice as I am.
For real.
Yeah, for real.
You know?
A million dollar worth of game, nigga, ten million in cash, nigga.
Five on the house, nigga, the rest in my mouth, you know the fuck goin'.
Look, pieces on my neck, they barely call me man.
Treat these racks like it ain't shit, 'cause I know it gon' keep comin'.
All these paper cuts, shit hurt in my thumb but I keep thumbin'. They don't play with us, once I ring the launcher, know they comin'.
Look, 'Rari truck, smashin' off the lot, me and cousin.
Look, we was high, but we beat that case, me and buddy. Look, double cup, pour up for lil' bro.
Every time niggas mention us, we shot they shit up.
Every time somebody mention us, the whole crew pullin' up. That McLaren trunk ain't big enough, that shit can't fit enough.
Too much stuff, I was pimpin' her, she bought me too much uh, too much stuff.
Ayy, is it real enough? That shit can't fit enough, too much stuff.
Look, freak you money, all this shit here neat, I'm a foreign freak.
Got a foreign fleet, foreign bitch sittin' in my passenger seat. She don't wanna go out to eat, she wanna eat, bitch,
I been the P. Yeah, every time we fuck, she tell me it was made for me.
My lil' bro smack a song like Judge, yeah, major league.
She thought it was more than what it was 'til I made her leave.
He thought it was more than what it was, hit him with the cross. Now he sharein' a grave with lil' bro, I'm a fuckin' boss.
Yeah, you know I'm a nine-figure nigga, we put 'em up ten by ten.
Spin that bitch and spin it again, you bitch, you.
We chasin' money, nigga, fuck friends. Pussy.
Okay, twenty grand, that'll knock your big dog out.
Ho the sub real muddy, but I never caught. Thousand bags of the Terps got him gone lost.
I might throw a drive in they hood 'cause they broke and soft.
Half a ticket every time I hold my wrist up. You can fuck my brother, bae, just let me fuck your sister.
I look out for my bitches, I ain't never been a tricker.
If she ask me for some money, first I'm holdin' it against her (21).
GIA my stones, it's a difference, these expensive. He was tough on Instagram until they came and spin him. Buy my cars cash, nah,
I used to trap in rentals.
And the niggas that you look out for the main ones that get you.
Yeah, all that back bang, I been a flip, bitch.
I'm wealthy now, you say my name, ho, add the mister. Still hangin' in the trenches with my pistol.
I love them ratchet bitches, eat Hot Cheetos with the pickles.
Got her body done twice, but it's still smooth (21). Give me head and get Chanel,
I'm in a good mood. That pussy boy ain't killed shit, he a good dude.
They sent his ass down the road, he was good food.
I'm the type to get you splat, then play it cool. Next time you see your twin, gon' be on the news (21).
I ain't never like authority, I skipped school. Any day you pick a pocket, it be all blues.
They try to go against me, but they all lose (21).
Grape Street inside my cup, got me DJ Screw. You put that bitch inside your will, then you will a fool.
She wake up and make you breakfast, then she send me nudes.
Had a threesome with her friends, but she never knew (21). I pop shit like I'm the one and it ain't a two.
You ever go against the team, you get fanned, dude.
We put that chopper on your twin, nigga, and you. Bitch.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.