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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaden
Jaden
Vocals
Yuki for Syre Vision
Yuki for Syre Vision
Guitar
Omarr
Omarr
Vocals
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omarr Rambert
Omarr Rambert
Songwriter
Austin Owens
Austin Owens
Songwriter
Keanu Torres
Keanu Torres
Songwriter
James Foye III "Keyz"
James Foye III "Keyz"
Songwriter
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Composer
Jaden Syre Smith
Jaden Syre Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayo N Keyz and Keanu
Ayo N Keyz and Keanu
Producer
Ben Cole
Ben Cole
Recording Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derrick Jenner
Derrick Jenner
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Armstrong
John Armstrong
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Harris
Josh Harris
Assistant Recording Engineer
Zeke Mishanec
Zeke Mishanec
Assistant Recording Engineer
Elodie Filleul
Elodie Filleul
Assistant Recording Engineer
Stan Greene
Stan Greene
Mixing Engineer
Brian Goddard
Brian Goddard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James Chul Rim
James Chul Rim
Recording Engineer
Josh Sellers
Josh Sellers
Assistant Recording Engineer
Omarr
Omarr
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, I'ma need that gold medal Matte black shit on a whip Hit 'em drums, nigga, ERYS in the 6, with the wrist 'Bout to swish, no assist, never miss with the Drip And I'm 'bout to go and do some shit, that to no one ever did I'm with the boys, making the noise This is the uh, Tesla toy We stackin' the toys, end of the story We already bored, smokin' a Port Niggas ignored us, flyin' it solo Gone in the mornin', you never know it I'm unemployed, but I'm on the block We 'bout to blow in it, we 'bout to part We the rascal, dead cam, punk kids Runnin' through the club, where the music hella pumpin' You don't want shit Tell them niggas start jumpin' At a warehouse party with the fuck shit And pull up with the bass, made the shit sound rusted Mace to the face, riot gears in the closet Keep the city safe, keep the babies out the moshpits Keep me out the party, 'cause I'm too psychotic, yeah (I'm with the boys, making the noise) Tell me you're sorry, I feel the same (I'm with the boys, making the noise) You gave me DMT, straight from your place (I'm with the boys, making the noise) We weren't nature, to marry again (I'm with the boys, making the noise) That's why it all feels like it's just the same I don't know I might pull up, with the gold Ready to go, ready to go Ready to go, ready to go We don't flex most trap shit Base with the backflip Scrape metal on the pavement, fuck fashion away Everyday, motivate, turn the masses, a bull-dice-shit Nigga this is a classic Woah (Woah) (I'm with the boys, making the noise) Tell me you're sorry, I feel the same (I'm with the boys, making the noise) You gave me DMT, straight from your place (I'm with the boys, making the noise) We weren't nature, to They roll the dice, man okay Man I'm back in this shit, and I'm rappin' They day pushin' packs on the corner, countin' stacks Everyday got the wings in the Hills, like it's Batman, okay Fuckboys need to stop fuckin' rappin', okay Tell me you're sorry, I feel the same (I'm with the boys, making the noise) You gave me DMT, straight from your place (I'm with the boys, making the noise) We weren't nature, to marry again (I'm with the boys, making the noise) That's why it all feels like it's just the same (Ayo, Ayo) Jaden anything that you fuckin', kissin', lickin' and suckin' What they don't get, sarcasm, let's send it like orgasm I'm a nutcase baby, put a lock on that bitch You thinkin' I'm diggin' graves The way I'm puttin' rocks on my wrist (No) Young T-man, taller when you see him (Woo) I'm all about them fruits and my greens, like a vegan (Wow, wow) Your talent couldn't put you on the spot, when niggas be in When I get that 20 bag, I swear to God that I be leavin' I might buy vanilla weave, I might buy some real estate I might buy Canary, taxi yellow, diamond glitter flick I might blow it all on somethin' stupid, wouldn't matter 'Cause I did not sign a dummy fuckin' deal Like them, at the end of day Got my white stripes, this my icky thump Got my heart broke, moved to pick it up We the Tammy Shield, just like Nicki Buns Bitch I make it hard to breath, like bitch I kick the lung Let's go, let's go I was just on your side I didn't wanna die for you Girl I had to try I really wanna fly with you Sunset on our lives I really wanna try You been by my whole Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go.
Writer(s): Jaden Syre Smith, James Foye, Keanu Dean Torres, Austin Owens, Tyler Okonma, Omarr Rambert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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