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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nardo Wick
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Horace Walls
Komponist:in
Sam Toussi
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Static Channel
Produzent:in
Horace Walls Jr.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Aye V, line 'em up
[Verse 2]
Knock knock, who is there? **** with a big Drac'
Skrrt skrrt, spin, bend, then leave a **** shit stank
Wet a **** block up, now his hitta a fish tank
Nardo, why you spendin' money?
Bitch, I got a big bank
They say talk my shit, okay, I guess then my breath stink
No, I don't got that stick with me, I'm big lackin', wink-wink
[Verse 3]
I don't know what these **** on, but we on demon time
Tell her bring her face here, let it go, semen time
Big bruh sippin' straight drop, but he ready to catch a body
All them **** skeleton, they ain't got no fuckin' body
Mama know I'm pimpin' shit, she say she should've named me Scotty
**** this stick out the box, you can call me Ricch Roddy
[Verse 4]
She just got her hair done, but her head real sloppy
Say, what you think the opps doin'?
Somewhere suckin' dick prolly
Say, what you think the opps shootin'?
Some of 'em got killed prolly
[Verse 5]
Boy, it ain't no fuckin' prolly, all these bitches do karate
Boy, it ain't no fuckin' prolly, all them bitches ching chong
All them bitches ding dong
All them bitches bust down
Whack his ass like ping pong
All around it flip 'round
[Verse 6]
Knock knock, who is there? **** with a big Drac'
Skrrt skrrt, spin, bend, then leave a **** shit stank
Wet a **** block up, now his hitta a fish tank
Nardo, why you spendin' money?
Bitch, I got a big bank
They said talk my shit, okay I guess then my breath stink
No, I don't got that stick with me, I'm big lackin', wink-wink
[Verse 7]
I'm tired of puttin' free in front of my **** name
But it's free 'em until I see that free behind they name
Wanna kill yourself? Don't do it, ****, just tuck my chain
You wanna kill a ****? Don't think about it, just let it bang
I don't feel them ****, all these **** sugar cane
I hang around dangerous ****, all these **** gon' let it bang
[Verse 8]
All these straps with me Houstons, all these bitches goin' insane
All my **** psychopaths, all of us done went insane
A hunnid **** play with us, we gon' bust a hunnid brains
A hunnid **** play with us
It's gon' be a hunnid killings, it gon' be a hunnid funerals
It's gon' be a hunnid dead ****
Written by: Horace Walls, Sam Toussi