Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Blacc Zacc
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kiowa Roukema
Komponist:in
Zachary Chapman
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
YoungKio
Produzent:in
Arieas Lee
Mischtechniker:in
Anthony Vega
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
Ayy, I put that pack on the road
I cook that crack on the stove
I'ma whip it up to a whole thang
What you know 'bout sellin' cocaine?
Tell the plug bring me some more
I flood the city with bows
Spend the whole brick on one chain
This a bust down, no plain Jane, ayy
Tell me what you know about makin' a play
Tell me what you know about sellin' that yay
I keep a rich white bitch like Kanye
Tell me, have you ever sold a hunnid in one day?
Tell me, have you ever broke a wrist in the pot?
I'ma cook the dope till it lock
Bought a AMG off the lot
I'm still in the skreets, fuck the cops
I don't give no fuck 'bout no rap
I need a plaque for the trap
I'm in the skreets tryna sell me a pack
When the skreets hot, gotta learn to adapt
I send that shit where you at
I'm pullin' up for the racks
Fell back for codeine, but a **** relapse
Pull up on your block with two nines, Warren Sapp
Tell me, have you ever sold a hunnid in one day?
Tell me, have you ever took a trip to the Bay?
One phone call, get 'em gone, one play
Gotta move like a boss, ****, gotta play it safe
I'm with the yay like KK
I drop a bag on Sheneneh
Look at my neck, this a ice tray
Bitch, I'm the shit, fuck what they say
I put that pack on the road
I cook that crack on the stove
I'ma whip it up to a whole thang
What you know 'bout sellin' cocaine?
Tell the plug bring me some more
I flood the city with bows
Spend the whole brick on one chain
This a bust down, no plain Jane, ayy
Tell me what you know about makin' a play
Tell me what you know about sellin' that yay
I keep a rich white bitch like Kanye
Tell me, have you ever sold a hunnid in one day?
Tell me, have you ever broke a wrist in the pot?
I'ma cook the dope till it lock
Bought a AMG off the lot
I'm still in the skreets, fuck the cops
Cook it up
I get a brick and just look at her
I'm Master P, let me hook it up
I need a fee if you bookin' us
I ain't no rapper, you cappin', I'm trappin'
I'm nothing like none of you bastards
I preach to the skreets like a pastor
When it comes to the trap, I done mastered it, uh
My Glock got a ladder
Chopper, AKs, Berettas, your brains'll get splattered
****, you know we don't play
He say he a snake, we make them sticks rat-a-tat-a, uh
I'll wipe your nose like a slime
I do that shit every time
He say he want smoke, but he lyin'
I drop a bag on your mind
I put that pack on the road
I cook that crack on the stove
I'ma whip it up to a whole thang
What you know 'bout sellin' cocaine?
Tell the plug bring me some more
I flood the city with bows
Spend the whole brick on one chain
This a bust down, no plain Jane, ayy
Tell me what you know about makin' a play
Tell me what you know about sellin' that yay
I keep a rich white bitch like Kanye
Tell me, have you ever sold a hunnid in one day?
Tell me, have you ever broke a wrist in the pot?
I'ma cook the dope till it lock
Bought a AMG off the lot
I'm still in the skreets, fuck the cops
Written by: Kiowa Roukema, Zachary Chapman