More songs by Summer Walker
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Description
Composer Lyricist, Executive Producer, Producer, Recording Engineer: David "Dos Dias" Bishop
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Terrace Martin
Producer: Nineteen85
Producer: A. Archer
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Executive Producer: Summer Walker
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
Vocalist: 21 Savage
Recording Engineer: Isaiah “ibmixing” Brown
Recording Engineer: Noah Madrid
Composer Lyricist: Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Composer Lyricist: Anthony Paul Jefferies
Composer Lyricist: Arsenio Archer
Composer Lyricist: Harold Payne
Composer Lyricist: James Eubanks
Composer Lyricist: Peter Luboff
Lyrics and translation
Original
You need, you need to watch now.
You need to watch out for your friend, he's been calling me. Tryna get my love.
He tryna come and see. You've been mighty comfortable when it comes to me.
I'd hate to see it. I hate to see it. 'Cause he been calling me.
Better get your boy. He been thinking 'bout doing me better. Calling me.
He been plotting on me, studying your wrongs. See, you better get your boy.
Ooh, yeah.
Babe, you wouldn't want that.
You wouldn't want that, no. Please be alone with his wife.
I wish you'd get this. Your homie telling you exactly what he'd do.
If he just had one chance to be walking in your shoes. He'd never let me slip.
Tight grip on these thousand hills.
He left his flowers, tears and gifts.
We been picking up where you been falling short. Offering little bit more and more. Tryna put his foot up in the door.
Asking me why you let him treat you like that.
Do as you please and you swear that you'll be right back. But he been calling me.
Better get your boy. He been thinking 'bout doing me better.
Calling me. He been plotting on me, studying your wrongs. See, you better get your-
Whoa.
You crossing a line, you roguish. You talking 'bout fucking my homies.
If he do that, then he ain't my brodie. If I catch you, then you know it's OV.
I'ma turn on your street in a stolie. While we at it, bitch give me that Rollie.
Might let your bestie sit on my goatee. And all of your friends wanna fuck me.
You fried, go move to Kentucky. Heart cold, can't let a bitch crush me.
Almost hit Britney, but she was slick, musty. I ain't perfect, but I'm close, just trust me.
I'm a player, I ain't never been dusty. I got motion on motion, it's grossing on grossing.
You can fuck 'round, get sick if you touch me. Kiera keep tryna get in.
And Jessica flirting again. You already know about Tia. Keep playing, I'll fuck her again.
You fuck any one of my friends, your stylist gon' end up with twins.
That bitch do your makeup, gon' get a new Benz.
And that house you just bought, I'ma pull up and spend.
Calling me. Better get your boy.
He been thinking 'bout doing me better. Calling me.
He been plotting on me, studying your wrongs. See, you better get your boy. Oh, yeah.
Oh, no. Said you wouldn't want that. No, you wouldn't want that.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Please be alone with his wife.
I wish you'd get this