More songs by YFN Lucci
Description
Vocals: YFN Lucci
Producer: T5
Producer: Chris Made
Producer: St8cxsh
Producer: Bosshog Tay
Additional Programmer: Bosshog Tay
Programmer: Chris Made
Executive Producer: Dae'Shawn "Dae-Day" Shelton
A And R Administrator: Essence Carson
Executive Producer: G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer: Gilles Walters
A And R Administrator: Irene Sourlis
A& R Manager: Justin Harris
A& R: Justin “Teddy” Harris
Mixer, Recorded By: Keith Dawson
Executive Producer: Keith Dawson
A And R Administrator: Lisa Smith Craig
A& R Manager: Lu Mota
A& R Manager: Sammye Scott
Programmer: St8cxsh
Programmer: T5
Masterer: Travis Louis
Executive Producer: YFN Lucci
Writer: Rayshawn Bennett
Writer: Tarkan Kozluklu
Writer: Christopher Fizer
Writer: Isak Gidgård
Writer: Quintavious Shivers
Lyrics and translation
Original
(T-Turn me up, Fivee)
Look, uh, good times don't never last forever (uh)
Sometimes I feel like prayin' to the devil (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like layin' down, but that'll never help it (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like I ain't been rewarded for my efforts
This street shit done dried up, we livin' in the desert (we livin' in the desert)
That beef shit done died down, we tryna get richer
I would've put my mask down, but he ain't in the picture
How these other niggas mad, now, that they ain't in the picture?
Look, I can't walk around with my pole, but I gotta deal with it
Came out of jail on parole (parole), but, look, I'm still lit (lit)
I got a thick redbone that I might still hit (that I might still hit)
I got a couple old hoes that I might still hit
Look, I can't feel my face on some Wayne shit (yeah)
The Glock got a switch, so I don't miss when I'm aimin' (uh, yeah)
I'm the type to pull the drop out when it's rainin' (yeah), huh
Misunderstood, but you wouldn't even understand it (understand it)
You couldn't even stand it (stand it)
Look, all problems only equal to one answer (one answer)
A lot of robbers, some hustle, we all scammers (uh, yeah)
Every time I walk and them hos like "You handsome" (you handsome)
Every time I walk in the booth, there's a new anthem (yeah)
Okay, look, every other weekend in my yard a new Phantom (yard, Phantom)
If I say every other week, I minaj with a new dancer (Minaj, yeah)
Ay, if I ever meet Nicki Minaj, I'm tryna blam her (Minaj, blam her)
Ay, nigga, you don't want no smoke, we like cancer (we like cancer)
Look, when I don't post my young bitch, she get to throwin' tantrums (yeah, yeah)
And I only want the head, if she ain't natural (ain't natural)
You can't name a nigga played that we ain't blast 'em (ain't blast 'em)
We might have the same cars, but they ain't faster (ain't faster)
Look, bitch, you ain't no Eve and I ain't Adam (ain't Adam)
I can't do no verse for free, bitch, I hate rappers (hate rappers)
If you got that shit for cheap, then we tryna snatch 'em (then we tryna snatch, uh)
We tryna snatch 'em (we tryna snatch, uh, yeah)
Look, a whole lot of gold bottles (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
You know Benjamin Franklin is my only role model (yeah)
Grant, Jackson, Franklin my only role models (oh, yeah)
Two jits, two glizzies and 'bout four choppers (glizzies and 'bout four choppers)
Talkin' 'bout, nigga
Uh
Two jits, two glizzies and 'bout four choppers
Yeah
Say, two jits, two-, and 'bout four choppers