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Description
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Executive Producer: Summer Walker
Vocalist: Mariah The Scientist
Recording Engineer, Producer, Executive Producer, Composer Lyricist: David "Dos Dias" Bishop
Producer: A. Archer
Producer: Nineteen85
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Rami Dawod
A& R, Executive Producer: Justice Baiden
A& R: Tim Glover
Aand Rcoordinator: Bryce Lane
Aand Rcoordinator: Stephen Baynes
Aand Radministrator: Jeanne Venton
Mixing Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Recording Engineer: Natalie D'Orlando
Additional Engineer: Adeniyi "Synematik" Adelekan
Composer Lyricist: Mariah Amani Buckles
Composer Lyricist: Nija Charles
Composer Lyricist: Arsenio Archer
Composer Lyricist: Anthony Paul Jefferies
Composer Lyricist: Curtis Jackson
Composer Lyricist: David Darnell Brown
Composer Lyricist: Rondell Turner
Composer Lyricist: Tre’von Waters
Lyrics and translation
Original
I start thinking I should rob all you niggas.
I should rob all you niggas. I, I start thinking I should rob all you niggas.
-I should rob all you- -I should've known you weren't all the way in it.
I should've known you weren't standing on business.
If I waited for just another minute, oh, I would've been sitting, oh, losing my mind. Wait a second.
Playing with my time, my shit is precious.
I need all of it back and then some 'cause with all the things you've done, I should've robbed you, oh, I.
I should've popped you, oh, I. Putting your trust in these no-good bitches.
Coulda had 'em on my payroll, swear they would've listened.
I could've robbed you, oh, I. Easily coulda got you, oh, I.
Putting your trust in these no-good bitches. Coulda had 'em on my payroll, caught a nigga slippin', oh, I.
-I start thinking I should rob- -Oh, you ain't even thinkin' that, oh.
Be glad that I cared, oh.
Be glad that I spared you, oh.
I really should've robbed you 'cause you was moving sloppy.
Looking like a easy lick, no, we are not the same.
Got them hoes all on the internet speaking on my name. You think these bitches care for you.
These bitches, they just fans of you.
They living in a fantasy.
These bitches really fans of me.
I really coulda robbed you, posted at your spot and took everything you got, aiming at your top. Coulda had you down bad, broad light in the day.
If you keep playing with fire, you gon' end up catching flames.
So I should've robbed you, oh,
I. I should've popped you, oh, I. Putting your trust in these no-good bitches.
Coulda had 'em on my payroll, swear they would've listened.
I could've robbed you, oh, I.
Easily coulda got you, oh, I. Putting your trust in these no-good bitches.
Coulda had 'em on my payroll, caught a nigga slippin'.
Gun to your head, I want you dead. I want you to pay for the things that you did.
I hope it haunts you forever 'cause every time I close my eyes, I can't forget you, oh,
I.
It's so unfair the memories it brought back, but it's all good, remember when I fall back.
It's so damn hard ignoring what we been through 'cause I still get sentimental. I should've robbed you. I should've called the niggas.
I should've dropped your location and told them to pull up.
I should've let you go when I had the chance 'cause it's nothing but a bad romance.